Two rheumatologists walked into my room.

A few general questions were posed, and then, from the kind eyes and soft tone from the female doctor, “I have to now ask you a personal question. You are 36 years old. You have one child. Do you plan to have more children?”

Tears came to my eyes. “Oh, you are making me weepy.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” And I knew she really didn’t.

“I would like to have more children, but I am not in the situation to have any now.”

“Well, the question needed to be asked. Depending on the treatment, some of the drugs have the side effect of harming your ovaries.”

All I could answer with was a soft, “…ok.”

And all she could answer with was a gentle rub on my knee, a saddened smile and wishing she could say something different.

Two rheumatologists walked out of my room.

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