“Your surgery is canceled. The money is needed for my son’s car!” my mother-in-law shouted as she tore up the hospital referral.
“Your operation is canceled, the money is needed for my son’s car!” The pain rolled over me again in a wave, and I instinctively grabbed my stomach. It had become a familiar movement over the past few months. The doctors had already given me the diagnosis: uterine fibroids, surgery required. Waiting for a quota for … Read more