When it’s Raining
We were in bed, and Hussi said he felt something suspicious in my breast. He asked me about my last period, and of course, I had no idea because this was one of the things I simply didn’t care to remember. My tubes were tied, so I didn’t have any reason to be bothered with it.
Exasperated, Hussi instructed me to keep track and rudely reminded me that there was no way we could have a baby, no matter what. Then he called his office and asked his secretary to put in my record “to follow up on my tubal procedure.” I had no say about this.
Hussi left and came back with a pregnancy test kit. It was negative, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted me to visit the clinic and have a blood test.
While in the office, Hussi called Erez to examine me.
“We need to do a biopsy. It might b
