At first I felt a desperate need for the reassurance of light, company, and the simple comforts of human intercourse. But now I have learned to forgo this most nights, finding solace and recourse in my own thoughts.
When it comes to IVF, in-vitro fertilization, nothing is normal. Your world is upside-down. Your doctor compliments your wife on her monkeys. Then, when every dollar and exertion has gone toward a single hour of hope, it begins to snow.
Late one night, a thief slipped into the backyard of Brad Rogers’s home, broke into the shed, lifted the Bianchi Sport SS he had owned for 30 years off its hook, then wheeled it out to the alley and disappeared into the darkness…
I said to my wife: “If I were young again, I wouldn’t play that stupid sport.” She looked at me the way she does sometimes. “If you were young again,” she said. “I’d give you a beer, toss you a Frisbee, and you’d chase after it like a border collie.”