Seven Months Pregnant When I was Diagnosed with Cancer

Seven months pregnant. That’s when they told me I had uterine cancer. I had to choose. Me or the baby.

So I called my husband Harold and begged. “I’m sick, please. This is serious. I need to talk—”

There was a beat of silence. Then he said, flat and cold, “Choose the baby. That’s the easy choice.”

I stood there, the phone still pressed to my ear, not even crying. Just... empty.

Then I saw him in the same hospital with his mistress Taylor, coming out of the OB-GYN clinic. Her hands cradled her small baby bump.