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consider calling him. First, they
just met, she barely knew him and he her. What would he think if she
called him and asked him to meet her at a doctor’s appointment?
He would probably think that she must be desperate or that she
doesn’t have any friends. The last reason was obvious, she told
him to leave her alone for a while yet she wanted to contact him? It
didn’t even make sense when she thought about it so it
definitely wouldn’t make sense to him.
    With
a sigh, she settled back in her chair, resisting the urge to snatch
her phone from her purse and dial his number. The next forty-five
minutes passed with agitation and Bianca fighting the need to call
Alex. She had given up on sitting still and paced and roamed the room
and halls of the building until ten minutes before her appointment.
Just as she returned into the office a nurse walked out and called
her name. She didn’t miss the look of pity that crossed the
woman’s face before she turned and began down the hall. Bianca
followed, terror clenching her heart at the prospect that she could
be dying from cancer. The nurse led her into a small, sparsely
decorated, pastel walled exam room. She motioned for Bianca to sit on
the exam table. In silence, the nurse took Bianca’s blood
pressure and other vitals, told her to relax, and left the room.
Bianca scowled at her back as she retreated. I’ll
relax when this is all over , she
thought, wringing her hands.
    Another twenty
minutes passed before the doctor entered the exam room. By that point
Bianca was wound so tight with agitation she felt like she would snap
at the slightest movement.
    “Bianca,”
Dr. Gabriel began, shuffling papers in the folder on her desk, “How
are you?”
    Bianca scowled; she
had the nerve to make Bianca come all the way to the office, and
scared her half to death to ask how she was doing? Fighting the
desire to snap at her, Bianca took a deep breath before she answered.
    “I’m not
exactly doing well right now,” Bianca replied, wringing her
hands in her lap again. “The call from the nurse rattled me a
bit and I had to leave work extra early because I was so distracted.
I’d appreciate if you would just let me know what is wrong with
me.”
    The edge in Bianca’s
voice was noticeable, but she didn’t have time for
pleasantries, she just wanted to know what the hell was wrong with
her.
    Dr. Gabriel cleared
her throat and ran a hand through her short, salt and pepper hair,
frowning. “Okay then, we’ll get right to it. After
looking over all of the tests we ran, the results indicate that your
body is going into early menopause.”
    Relief swamped
Bianca at the revelation that she didn’t have cancer, only to
be followed by grief at the reality of what Dr. Gabriel had just
said. Menopause? That meant no babies, which meant her dream wouldn’t
be realized. Bianca bowed her head, a single tear trickling down her
face and onto her lap. Taking a deep breath she looked up.
    Choking back a sob,
Bianca turned her attention back to the doctor, her head swimming
with questions. “What does this mean for me and my reproductive
future?” She asked, swiping under her eye at another wayward
tear. Crying wouldn’t fix what was wrong with her.
    “You have a
few options,” Dr. Gabriel explained. “We can give you
hormones and you can do invitro and get pregnant now, you can freeze
your eggs, or you can do the hormone therapy and wait to see what
will happen. I usually recommend freezing eggs in this situation and
doing the hormone therapy just to keep your options open.” The
doctor finished speaking and looked at Bianca expectantly.
    She
wants me to make a decision now? She
thought, suddenly re-thinking her decision to see this doctor. She
was awfully pushy.
    “I think I’m
going to need some time to think about this. I’ll call the
office and make an appointment to do whatever it is I decide.”
Bianca stood, gathering her purse and sweater, and started toward the
door,