My Husband Started Sneaking Out to His Van Every Night – When I Found Out the Truth, I Couldn’t Stop Crying

I elbowed him with a smile.

A few days later came the follow-up appointment.

We sat in the exam room holding hands, both bouncing one leg like we were wired into the same outlet.

The doctor came in with a folder.

“So,” she said, “I have good news.”

I felt my whole body go still.

She explained that the new scans showed something different than they’d first feared. Still there. Still serious.

But not as aggressive. Not a “you might have months” situation.

Manageable. Treatable.

Slow.

“We’ll monitor it closely,” she said. “But right now? You have time.”

I started crying again.

Jake laughed and then cried too.

The doctor handed us tissues. “I love days like this,” she said.

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