I was still under anesthesia when it started fading too soon. I couldn’t open my eyes, but I heard my son’s wife whisper to the surgeon: “If something goes wrong, don’t call her lawyer. Call me first.” My son was standing beside her the entire time. He said absolutely nothing. Then she said one more thing that changed everything…
The anesthesia faded before I was ready to die.
My body lay cut open beneath harsh surgical lights while my mind floated upward through darkness, trapped behind eyelids that refused to move.
At first, I thought the voices were part of a dream.
Then I heard my daughter-in-law speaking.
“If something goes wrong,” Vanessa whispered, “don’t call her lawyer. Call me first.”