“Why?”
“Because my mother used to say she was fine all the time, too. She avoided going to the doctor for so long that by the time she finally went, her illness was already advanced. After she died, I promised myself that if I ever noticed something was wrong with you, I wouldn’t ignore it.”
For the first time, I understood where my husband’s fear came from.
But I also said something I should have told him a long time ago.
“Daniel, you can love me and worry about me. But you can’t make decisions about my body without asking me.”He nodded immediately.
“I know. And it will never happen again.”
The following week, Daniel accompanied me to the doctor at my request.
The tests revealed that the heaviness and changes in my abdomen were caused by a health condition that required treatment but could be managed.
