You Told Me to Crowdfund My Cancer

Clutching the late-stage stomach cancer diagnosis, I sat on the cold hospital bench.

I dialed my husband, Julian Vance.

"The doctor says I need surgery. It's going to cost a hundred thousand dollars out of pocket... can you lend me some money?"

"Lily, our prenup is very clear. We keep our finances separate."

"Your illness is a personal liability. I shouldn't be expected to take on that risk."

"Just set up a GoFundMe and post it on your socials."

Over the phone, I could faintly hear our son’s childish, excited cheer:

"Aunt Chloe, Daddy bought this gift for you! I wish you were my mommy!"