“We’re going to have to remove your left ovary.” The doctor had both hands around his clip board. “Sydney?”
There was no change in Sydney’s expression. She sat there on the exam table in her crumpled paper robe just staring past the doctor at the sink behind him. The erect metal faucet jutting out over the sterile metal sink. Drip. Drip.
“Huh? Yea, my left ovary. Needs to be cut off. Got it.”
“It seems the cysts have rapidly multiplied and there are just too many to save it.”
“Is it still possible to have kids?” Her focus went back to the dripping faucet behind him. Drip. Drip.
“Well, yes. You will still have the right one, so as long as it functions correctly, you will still ovulate.”
“But while you’re in there, couldn’t you just remove them both?”