The Wrong Diagnosis
During the holiday, my husband and I attended a free health screening organized by our local community clinic.
The doctors diagnosed me with late-stage lung cancer. But after a follow-up examination, I learned the truth—the hospital had mixed up the test samples.
The one who actually had lung cancer was my husband.
We had always had a loving marriage, so I rushed home in tears. On the way back, I had already made up my mind to use every cent of my savings to pay for his treatment.
But the moment I reached the door, I heard our son's worried voice from inside. "Dad, it's already late-stage cancer. Treatment is just going to be a money pit."
I was about to push the door open and tell them