A man on one of those forensic, murder mystery shows I am always watching said something that stuck with me. Let me paraphrase what he said, "I can go about my day. I can go to work. I can laugh. I can have fun. But the whisper of my child's murder is always there, and in the quiet moments of my life it is all I hear."
My whisper is infertility.
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