Over the last few months, my wife Theresa had been experiencing what seemed to be weight gain despite exercise and proper diet, and then in mid-February she started to develop pains in her right side. I urged her to visit a doctor (she's notoriously stubborn about such things), and finally she did in mid March, when she was diagnosed with a rather large ovarian tumor. Surgery to remove it took place three weeks ago, and after a week in the hospital due to various complications, she came home where she's been slowly recovering.
The last month has been one of the most intense periods of my life. It's hard for me to imagine how frightening it must have been for her, especially since the tumor was fast growing which could have meant cancer in one form or another. The pathology reports came back Monday that the tumor was "pre-cancerous" which means no chemo, but various ultrasounds and blood tests etc. every six months for the next several years to ensure it doesn't return.
We married "for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health" and we've certainly had all that in the last 15 years. Let me tell you, rich and healthy = for better.
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