When a new gynecologist made a creepy comment during my visit, I brushed it off but later noticed a faint bruise on my abdomen. Concerned, I saw a kind female doctor who found a small mass via ultrasound, likely benign but needing a biopsy. I kept it from my husband, Marco, to avoid worrying him. The biopsy confirmed it was benign, but waiting was agonizing. Meanwhile, I noticed Marco’s distance and discovered texts from “Sara” with heart emojis. He admitted to an affair, claiming it “just happened.” Devastated, I confronted him about neglecting me
during my health scare. His silence spoke volumes. I left for my sister’s, finding solace in her support. Volunteering for a women’s health program, I connected with Miriam, sharing my story and helping her feel less alone. I moved into my own apartment, spoke at a women’s circle, and met Sorin, a kind nurse. My journey taught me to trust my gut, leave neglectful relationships, and embrace the messy moments that lead to healing and new beginnings.