Minutes before surgery, my husband sent a brutal text: “I want a divorce. I don’t need a sick wife.” The stranger in the next hospital bed tried to calm me down, and in a moment of shock, I asked him to marry me if I survived. Then the nurse stared at me and whispered, “You have no idea who he is, do you?”
he message came while Emma Lawson was lying on a hospital gurney in St. Vincent Medical Center in...