I’m in my fifties and until a few days ago I was confident I knew my ovaries fairly well.
Not only had pregnancy and motherhood matured our relationship, but with the personal attack of menstruation over, the arrival of menopause meant that if nothing else about my body was predictable, at least my ovaries were.
I had, I was certain, crossed the finish li…
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