At a small Chicago clinic, an Alaska nurse called about my daughter and said, “Your son-in-law hasn’t been here.” I booked the first flight north without crying, and by dawn, his Bahamas honeymoon was no longer the worst thing I’d found. – News

ago.”

Four months.

Four months of scans and appointments and treatment decisions and pain, and not one phone call reached me.

“Where is Derek?” I asked again, though I already knew the answer would hurt.

Patricia exhaled. “He came once. The day she was admitted. He stayed twenty-three minutes. He listed himself as primary contact and his assistant as secondary,continue reading …