Several years ago.
Knock Knock. I opened the hospital room door to check on my patient.
The bed was empty.
Oh no… Continue reading
fear
Knees to the Earth
My feet paced up and down the hall. My mind a whirlwind.
It’s been 2 hours already. Is Ba ok?
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July 30, 2005
“Hurry, let’s go,” the surgical team rushed, preparing the patient to return to the catheterization lab (cath lab)
A woman hovered against the isolation glass, looking on through her dried tears. She watched in anxiety as the patient was about to be rolled away. Would she see him again, alive? No one knew. Her face crumbled, her chest heaved, and hot streams flowed down. She sobbed fear into her hands.
The heart surgeon led the way. Her lips sealed tight together; she didn’t say a word.
But I could read it on her face… Continue reading
Searching for Substance 