I’ve gone out of my head.
Robert always wanted a large family. After the children had grown up and left home, loneliness weighed more than he recognized.
In recent years he began to talk about modern medical procedures, assisted fertilization, and women who had become mothers in old age.
I always told him that we already have a beautiful family.
But he was still looking for information.
Three days before he died, he was convinced of me to go to a consultation.
The doctor had explained that a pregnancy at my age would involve extraordinary medical risks and that he did not recommend such a procedure.
I hadn’t started any treatment.
Then Robert had a heart attack and died.
I’d never talked to anyone about that visit.
Why did you hide this from us? Daniel asked me.
Because I was ashamed. I was afraid you’d think we’d lose our minds.
