When my husband heard the doctors say I had only 3 days left he held my hand smiled, and said, ‘Finally! Only 3 days… Your house and your money are mine now.’ After he left I called the cleaning lady: ‘Help me, and you’ll never have to work again.
When the doctor quietly said I had three days left, the room seemed to shrink. The beeping machines faded into a dull hum as I tried to breathe through the pain. My husband, Mark Whitman, stood beside the bed, his hand resting on mine. For a brief second, I thought he looked worried. I was…