Rachel Steele - Gyno Exam -

She moved the wand left. The image swirled. Then she stopped.

Dr. Vance took her hand. “You focus on the next step. Not the worst-case scenario. The next step is the MRI. And you come back to see me in two weeks to go over the results together. You’re not alone in this.” Rachel Steele - Gyno Exam

It had been three years. Three years since her last annual exam. She knew it was irresponsible. She was a savvy, in-control woman in every other aspect of her life—closing million-dollar deals, leading a team of twenty, running half-marathons. But the moment she saw the stirrups, the cold speculum, the bright overhead light, she became a terrified teenager again. She moved the wand left

Dr. Vance didn’t say anything immediately. She withdrew her hand, stripped off her gloves, and made a note on her tablet. Her face was carefully neutral, but Rachel had spent a decade reading micro-expressions in boardrooms. She saw it—a flicker of concern. Not the worst-case scenario