Many of Giacommeti’s sculptures feature elongated women in cages. The sparse, skinny features are supposed to represent loneliness, and the box creates an eternal cage that can’t be escaped.
I had flashbacks of Lisa when we were going through infertility, walking alone in a box with no child, alone, going back and forth, no entrance or exit.
People around us continued to have children, even people in our infertility group, and it only made the feelings of isolation worse. I began to wonder if she would ever escape that box.
I felt responsible for her being in that encasement. My severe male factor was the main reason that she had to go into that awful IVF box. Aside from taking my biology out of the equation, there was no other option but for her to continue to walk back and forth.
She would start the journey in the darkness of the box, and walk into the light of hope, only to end in the darkness of disappointment with the despair of another big fat negative.
This is dedicated to the brave women who enter into that box, with one hope: that some day the cry of their own child being born will shatter the glass of that box, and allow them to escape into the world of motherhood.