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Ending a marriage is never easy. Doesn't matter who is right or who is wrong. It hurts everyone.
I was married fifteen years to my first husband. Fifteen years later, I got married again.
I was 51 years old. I was told I had to have a mammogram every two years after 40. I did that religiously. My new husband, sounds like a new pair of shoes, noticed I had a lump on my left breast. He very gently informed me that since he was retired military that I should check out my new doctors. I kept putting it off. I was a new bride I had other things to occupy my time.
Finally, after him constantly suggesting I see someone, I made an appointment with a primary doctor. My luck, she was pregnant and my appointment was cancelled. My husband became
A little irritated. "Honey, go to someone else."
Now, he was getting on my nerves. So I made a mammogram appointment. It was just about due.
I did not like mammograms. They were painful and to me just a waste of time.
Got it done on Monday. Tuesday afternoon I am working in my office. My phone rings. "Honey, you need to call the hospital, they want to talk to you about your mammogram ."Now I am frustrated. Maybe they couldn't read it. So I call the hospital. They tell me I needed to come and do an ultra sound. They just wanted to get a better picture. I asked if everything was ok. The tech quickly tried to reassure me. It happens. I hate that phrase.