“They Spent $50,000 on My Sister While My Son Was Fighting for His Life”

As they wheeled me toward the OR, my phone rang. Derek’s voice came through frantic and breathless. “Jen, I got your voicemail. Oh my God. I’m at the airport. I’ll be there in four hours.”

“The twins,” I managed. “I called my mom—”

“Don’t worry about the twins,” he interrupted. “My mother’s already on a plane from Florida. She’ll be there in six hours.continue reading …