Her Pain, His Blindness

A sharp, stabbing pain woke me.

3:17 AM. Alone.

I reached for my husband, Mark, but he wasn' t there.

My desperate call for help was answered by Lily, his goddaughter, her voice laced with annoyance.

"Mark is busy. Eleanor isn' t feeling well, so he's here with me."

I tried to explain about the emergency, the searing pain in my abdomen.

She dismissed it as drama and hung up.

Abandoned, I crawled to the phone and dialed 911, whispering, "I think I'm dying."

At the hospital, the doctor' s grim face confirmed my worst fear: a ruptured ectopic pregnancy.