By Jeremy Tillman
Jun 20, 2019
Just one week ago, my wife was 33 weeks pregnant with our 2nd son, yet also carrying a placenta growing out of control and threatening her life. We were fortunate her Placenta Percreta was diagnosed early and the thought of saving only her life wasn’t even an option; we were choosing both of their lives knowing that every day my wife would be more and more at risk of her placenta growing into a major artery, making saving her life nearly impossible. That’s an eerily haunting feeling that if I’m honest has been hell on earth. How can one dream, plan and even hope knowing losing one’s wife is a very real possibility?
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