intrauterine insemination

‘At 19, I’d fallen in love with my childhood boyfriend. Who was dying. And he’d fallen in love with me. We valued every aspect of the cliché ‘live each day like it’s your last.’

“Dating consisted of watching movies from a remote-controlled bed. Holding a bucket while he got sick day in and day out. Wrapping him in warm blankets while working on my college assignments against the window. We vowed to do every thing, side-by-side, for every day after. The thought of that still wrecks me to my core.”

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