When Dr. Mullins made that creepy remark during my exam, I should have walked out. Instead, I went home and found an unusual mark that sent me to a different doctor. The ultrasound revealed a small mass needing biopsy – news I processed alone because my husband Tyler was “too busy” with work.
Those tense two weeks waiting for results exposed more than a potential health issue. Tyler’s late nights and secretive phone use turned out to be an affair with his assistant. The biopsy came back clear, but my marriage didn’t survive the truth.
Crashing at my brother’s place, I volunteered at a health clinic where I met Lauren – a young woman terrified about her abnormal Pap smear. Sharing my story calmed her fears in a way statistics couldn’t. That moment sparked a new direction for me. Now I coordinate patient support programs, and that sweet teacher I met during a hospital fundraiser? He’s teaching me that trust, when earned, can heal even the deepest wounds.
