Miracle #2

I was awake when the tech from x-ray arrived.  “I beat you this morning,” I said, laughing.

“Believe me, you’re the exception, not the rule, especially this early,” he replied.  “Ready to go?”

“Yep, let’s get this over with.  I’ve got a busy day planned.”  He confirmed my identity and off I went – again.

As we got onto the elevator, I asked, “so why are they doing this EVERY day?”

“Gotta make sure the fluid’s not building up any more,” he answered.  But with all the medication they had begun to dump in my body, there was nothing that was going to build up.  We reached the radiology hallway, he locked my wheels, and turned to go.  “May take me a little longer today,” he said, “we’re short-handed.”

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I had to learn to bring a book with me.  Sure enough, that day’s little adventure would take almost an hour before I even had the x-rays taken.  It’s not like my dance card was full; still, sitting in a basement hallway with next-to-nothing on at 6 a.m. is not my idea of a good time.

Upon arriving back to the room, I found my breakfast waiting on me.  Powdered eggs, some toast, black coffee and fresh fruit.  It wasn’t what I was used to, but it would do.  I knew I had started losing weight; how much, I didn’t know.  It would only take two weeks for me to lose 30 pounds (ah, that diabetic diet!), including the fluid that had made believe I was just getting fat.

Belinda came in around 11.  “You feeling all right, today?” she asked.

“I’m a little sore from yeserday’s exploration,” I replied, “but really ready to get this over with.”

“I don’t think they’re going to let you out of here any time soon,” she said.  “You DO realize how sick you are, don’t you?”

“I’m beginning to,” I answered.  “Thank God John has been through this before with his mom, and already knows the drill, although quite frankly, he’s not telling me a lot.”

“‘Probably best to keep it a surprise,” she laughed.  “The less you know right now, the better.”

“Speak of the devil,” I said.  The door opened and John came in with some mail and more material to read.

“This is from Jennifer,” he said, “she said she couldn’t get here, she’d send a reminder to you anyway.  She’ll be visiting on Sunday after church.”  I looked through the bag at the magazines, and oddly, a box of Bazooka bubble gum.

“What’s the gum for?” I asked.

“She said that would keep you from going crazy,” he replied, “although I told her it was  a little late for that.  Oh, by the way.  I have some more good news.”

Belinda spoke up.  “You need me to step outside while you guys talk?” she asked.

“No, stay here,” he motioned.  “I’ve so far talked to the cardiologist, the anesthiologist and the surgeon, and they’re all reducing their fees.”  He paused.  “I know we’re going to be good, now.”

“That’s wonderful!” I exclaimed.  “I don’t know how you’re doing this, but I know I couldn’t do it without you.”

“What most people don’t know,” he continued, “is that this is available to everybody.  If you don’t have coverage, you can negotiate the fees up front; most physicians will at least reduce their charges, especially with so many people without health insurance.”

“Somebody needs to advertise that,” Belinda quipped.  “Something’s got to be done.”

So there we were, the Three Musketeers, waiting on the next chapter of this great adventure.  Two days earlier I had been stressed and worried sick that the end was near – now I could see, clearly, that it really was a new beginning.