“Of course,” she said as her soft smile returned. “It’s very nice of him to support you in this.”

“He’s great,” I said and hopped up on the table to swing my feet.

She left and came back with Mark. He stood by my side and took my hand with a nervous smile. I’m not sure who was comforting whom.

“You okay?” he whispered as the doctor got her tools ready.

I nodded and put my feet in the stirrups. The doctor talked me through it all, explaining each step and asking if I was okay. Mark couldn’t see anything because she had draped a towel over my legs, but...