On her way home, Lepage thought about the encounter. “The thing that stood out to me the most was like, unless I was trying to conceive, no one even cared about bleeding and pain,” she tells me. “It’s like, ‘We don’t care about anything that has to do with your daily life and quality of life. It’s your job as a woman to procreate, and—oh my God, if you can’t procreate, then it’s a problem. Sure, we’ll take that seriously. But otherwise, eh, who cares?’” She hated how easily the script was flipped, how those magic words—“I want a baby”—transformed her doctor.
