Blessed is the fruit

“You will be 100% infertile.”

The words reverberated in my skull as I took the receipt from the hospital’s parking deck turnstile. My anger radiating through my knuckles as I gripped the steering wheel tighter with each passing minute. My vexation only heightened by the fact that I just paid $15 for parking. All to be told my new treatment plan would leave me unable to conceive children on my own.