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It was a crisp spring morning. I heard the birds chirping in the trees while my husband was getting children ready for preschool and kindergarten. I was still recovering from surgery, oblivious that my sutures were unraveling around internal blood vessels.
Slightly delirious, I walked over to the bathroom and passed out, jerked back to consciousness by the screams of my 3-year-old who found me on the floor in the pool of blood. I heard his voice trail off as he bolted down the stairs to get my husband.
