Black women in the United States are to die from pregnancy or postpartum issues than white women—a maternal mortality crisis that cannot be ignored.
In Glamour’s , we’re sharing these stories—and solutions.One week after my 32nd birthday the hot flashes began. In 2.5 seconds my body went from New York City in fall to a Thailand summer, whether it was in the middle of the night, middle of the morning, mid-day, mid-work break.
The sweats were relentless.Two weeks, one doctor’s appointment, and more than a hundred Google searches later, my doctor put a name to this sudden inferno: .
A short time after that, the financial coordinator at NYU’s Fertility Clinic let me in on something. If I wanted to retrieve the good eggs I had left to increase.
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