My husband’s suicide shows there’s something very wrong with the U.S. insurance industry
- I remember standing outside an exam room, phone vibrating in my breast pocket, when the coroner’s call came through.
- I hadn’t wanted to believe the neighbor’s frantic text about a body bag removed from my husband’s condo, but the medical examiner’s office on my caller ID was unmistakable.
- I answered, and sounds fell out of my mouth into the phone: “Hello, this is Dr.
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- I remember standing outside an exam room, phone vibrating in my breast pocket, when the coroner’s call came through.
- I hadn’t wanted to believe the neighbor’s frantic text about a body bag removed from my husband’s condo, but the medical examiner’s office on my caller ID was unmistakable.
- I answered, and sounds fell out of my mouth into the phone: “Hello, this is Dr.
Sources: Statnews