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follows the instructions and gets situated on the table, the nurse shows her a wand-looking thing and explains that it’s inserted inside her for the sonogram.
    Inside her?
    Sarah’s eyes widen briefly and she reaches for my hand. The nurse turns on the TV thing and performs the internal sonogram. I think she can tell Sarah and I are nervous, so she tries to distract both of us as she explains that she’s taking internal pictures which Dr. Stacey will review with us. The whole thing is over in ten minutes.
    The nurse prints off the pictures while Sarah gets dressed. Then she walks us back to Dr. Stacey’s office. As we’re sitting, she points one picture out in particular to the doctor.
    After she leaves, shutting the door behind her, he speaks. “It’ll be a week before we get the results of your blood work back. I’ll give you a call at that time. My nurse did notice something during your sonogram that could be an issue.”
    He holds one picture up for both of us to see. It has a computer-generated circle drawn over a cloudy-looking spot with some numbers typed next to it.
    “It appears there is a growth currently in your uterus. I don’t want to alarm you. This is perfectly normal but may be a reason you’re having issues conceiving. We’ll still need to get a current sperm count to rule that out first before we investigate this further.”
    “Could it be cancerous?” Sarah stammers, clutching my knee.
    “We will know more once we have your blood work back. However, in my experience and based on your history, this may be something as simple as a polyp, which are harmless. The reason it could be causing you to have difficulties conceiving is there is the potential the polyp in the uterus is taking up valuable real estate and tricking your body into thinking you’re already pregnant.”
    Sarah exhales, her grip loosening. “So, you don’t think it’s cancer?”
    “I do not.”
    My turn to exhale. “Do I need a referral for the urologist?”
    He leans back in his chair. “Ask the receptionist when you check out. It depends on your healthcare provider.”
    I nod, lifting Sarah’s hand from my leg and curling my fingers around it.
    “Did you have any other questions for me?”
    Sarah shakes her head.
    “Okay. I’d like to schedule another appointment for you, two weeks out, where we can go over the results from your blood work and hopefully have the results from Mr. Price’s urology appointment, as well.”
    We both nod and stand to shake hands again before we walk out. During check-out, Sarah makes her next appointment and finds out we do not need a referral. The receptionist gives her a printout with the contact information of three offices nearby.
    When we get outside, she passes me the keys before walking right to the passenger side of the car. My hands shake as I unlock it. We both sit quietly for a minute before turning to face each other.
    “What if he’s wrong and it is cancer, Will?” Sarah whispers.
    “He’s not wrong.” I have no clue but holy shit, she cannot have cancer.
    “That was scary, Will.”
    My hand goes to the back of her neck as I lean forward, pulling her until we meet in the middle of the central console and I can hold her. This is going to be the longest week of our lives while we wait for the results of the blood work to come back. I hate that she’s scared. I hate that I’m powerless to make it go away.
    Now is not the time to tease her about getting dressed up for her good-looking doctor. I’m secure enough in my manhood and our marriage to not care what her doctor looks like. My priority right now is cheering her up. Sarah craves structure and absolutes; not knowing is not okay for her, and having to wait to find out isn’t helping.
    “Want a waffle cone?”
    She lifts her head and, with unshed tears glistening in her eyes, smiles and nods. Waffle cones it is. I drive on autopilot to the ice cream shop we’ve gone to since we were kids. I order two scoops of