I think that our partners are probably as diverse as we ourselves are, and that there is no "one size fits all" in how they react. I also think that sayings become sayings, because they resonate with us with their truth. "Trust your gut"...yes, what is your gut saying? Only you know, but I have to say, it seems to me she is withdrawing, either from you, or the potential diagnosis. Many of us have found that breast cancer has resulted in a sifting out process and that there are some who go straight through and down the drain. In my case, my husband (42 years now), needed a little instruction regarding support. We had had a row where I complained that I felt he was not supporting me and that I was alone with my feelings. He was somewhat confused and pointed out that he took me to all my appointments and now did all the shopping and cooking. (I was having a terrible time with chemo...56 days all up in hospital). I had to point out that trans-port and sup-port were two different things. For transport I could call an uber or cab, groceries could be delivered to the door, and meals...ta daaa they could be delivered too. I told him I needed him, not a servant. I needed him to listen, to hold me, to love and soothe me. Not to always ask "What do you want me to do"?? I told him I knew he couldn't "fix" anything...he didn't need to be my "Screwdriver or spanner"...he needed to be my "blotting paper" as it were. To absorb my grief and anger, not try to fix it. By the way, he is a full on Aspie as is my daughter, so I know from hard earned experience that he need things to be spelled out literally. Euphemisms don't work. I need to say "orange jam" not "marmalade". Tell your partner how you really feel and if she apologises and gets her shit together, well and good. If not, then do what's best for you. One thing is for sure, you don't need to schlep around an albatross as you prepare for the second shitfest of your life.