February 25, 2000, was an unseasonably warm day that was destined to be a day I would never forget, not because of the warm sunny weather, but because of the storm that was brewing inside my husband’s chest. A week earlier, my husband Larry got up on a...
I thought someone had put a clipboard on my stomach, and I wondered why they’d do that. I lifted my head slightly and opened my eyes. What I saw terrorized me. It was my own curled left hand sitting on my waist.
