The following morning, I called my youngest son, Michael.
“Mom? Is everything okay?”
“Michael, could you take me to the hospital? I think it’s time I found out what’s happening.”
He arrived shortly afterward.
When he saw how much my abdomen had changed, concern spread across his face.
“Mom, why didn’t you tell me it had gotten this bad?”
“I didn’t want to worry anyone.”
He gently squeezed my shoulder.
“That’s what we’re here for.”
At the hospital, a physician named Dr. Emily Foster examined me.
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