Three days after my hysterectomy, when I could barely get out of bed without wincing, I shuffled into the kitchen, clutching the counter for balance. My abdomen felt like it was stitched together with fire, and every small movement reminded me of how fragile I was. I expected to see a cup of tea waiting for me, maybe a note of encouragement from my husband. Instead, there was a single sheet of paper taped to the fridge. At first, I thought it was a grocery list. But when I leaned closer, my hear

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