When Life Breaks You—And Then Shapes You
It started with a faint, almost imperceptible mark—a bruise I hadn’t noticed before. Paired with an unsettling comment from a new gynecologist—“Your husband is a lucky guy”—my instincts screamed: This isn’t right. I couldn’t ignore it. At home, I inspected the mark. Sore, subtle, but abnormal. I scheduled an appointment with a female gynecologist, not …