My husband was in the hospital, so I visited him with our 5-year-old daughter. As he slept, my daughter whispered to me, “Mom… do you know what’s really on dad’s back?” Confused, I asked, “What do you mean?” Without a word, she lifted the sheet off his back. And in that instant, I couldn’t breathe. Every drop of blood drained from my face.
When my husband, Mark, was hospitalized for what doctors initially suspected was acute appendicitis, I didn’t think much of it. He had always been healthy, the kind of man who shrugged off pain and pushed through long hours at the metal fabrication plant. Our five-year-old daughter, Chloe, and I visited him the morning after … Read more