My Husband Started to Smell… What the Doctor Found Left Us Speechless (2 of 3)

The Appointment

That’s when I insisted we book an appointment with a urologist. I figured it was safer to be overcautious than to wait until things spiraled out of control. He agreed, though reluctantly, and a week later we sat together in the waiting room, both trying to act calm while avoiding the elephant in the room—his smell.

When the nurse finally called his name, I squeezed his hand. “I’ll be right here,” I told him. He gave me a weak smile before following the doctor inside.

The Waiting Game

Five minutes ticked by. Then ten. I was scrolling on my phone when the door opened, and the doctor stepped out. His face was bright red, like he’d just run a marathon—or was fighting to hold back laughter.

“Mrs. Lane,” he said, clearing his throat, “you… you may want to go in there yourself.”

I froze. “Doctor, what’s going on? Why are you laughing?”

He opened his mouth, shut it, then simply gestured to the door with a half-smile that only made me more nervous. My stomach sank.

The Reveal

The door creaked open, and my husband shuffled out, eyes down, cheeks flushed crimson.

“Sweetheart…” he began, voice trembling. “I don’t know how to say this.”

I braced myself. Cancer. Kidney failure. Something awful. My heart was already racing with the possibilities.

He looked up at me, mortified, and whispered:

“It wasn’t a medical issue at all. I… I had a piece of garlic lodged in my belly button.”