I am a medical doctor, specifically a forensic pathologist. A few months ago, I landed my first official position at a large county morgue. After years of medical school, residency, and brutal hours, I finally had a steady job with a clear routine. The work is not glamorous, but it is necessary. I examine the deceased, determine the cause of death, and prepare the reports. It is quiet, methodical work, which is exactly what I wanted. The facility itself is located in the basement level of a massive hospital complex. It is a sterile, cold environment, filled with stainless steel tables, bright fluorescent lights, and the constant, heavy smell of chemical cleaners and formaldehyde. There are only three of us who work down here during the day: the senior medical examiner, myself, and the janitor. The senior examiner is a quiet woman who spends most of her time in her office reviewing files. We barely speak unless it is about a specific case. That leaves the janitor. He is an old man. His...
3 years ago, my wife of 34 years suffered a massive stroke. 40% of her brain died along with the use of her arm and voice. She was the most caring person I ever met, and even though she lost memories of a lot of things, she still remembered she loved me and her son. I became her care giver, I lost my job, and my son struggled with his ghost of a mom. Things went bad financially due to medical bills an a loss of a salary. but the worst was when her family abducted her and moved 2 states away from us. My son no longer sees his mom. Their hate for me and my son is insane. So we no longer see my wife, and we lost everything when all our accounts were hacked by the family. Attorneys fight, we lose more money and live on barely enough to survive. It has been 8 months now not seeing her and today is the 3rd anniversary of her stroke. My son and I are destroyed. So many bad things happened that if we wrote a book or did a movie, nobody would believe it. It is hell. but it happened, and we mi...