A few years ago, Dr. Renna Audis went out for dinner with a friend to celebrate a major

milestone.

She had just completed a three-year fellowship in pulmonary and critical care at Henry

Ford Hospital in Detroit.

Her future stretched before her full of potential.

I was also seven months pregnant.

I was newly married.

I'm looking forward really to the culmination of all that training and getting to be an

attending physician.

But as Renna looked down at her menu that night, she was struck by a terrible pain.

I honestly didn't think the word pain described it adequately.

I went outside the restaurant.

I sort of paced back and forth and thought, no, this is really bad.

Renna instinctually knew she needed to get to the hospital.

So her husband rushed her back to the very hospital where she had just completed her

medical training.

I was already entering the early stages of shock.

You know, time was really of that sense.

It turned out Renna had a tumor in her liver that had burst, sending blood into her abdomen

and her organs into failure.

Ultimately, Renna lost her baby.

She would spend all of the spring in most of the summer in the hospital, receiving care

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