The Bendersons: Kidnapped at K7
“and the doctor will be with you in a moment.”
I took the painkillers and soon felt a little better, but tired. “How are you, Tam,” the young
“I have seen better days,” I faltered.
“Well you had a nasty bump to the head and a broken wrist, Tam. So you are not to stay
home alone tonight, just to be on the safe side,” he said seriously. “Is there a next of kin that I
“Yes, here is my Mum’s number,” I said.
“Okay then I will call her to come here or meet you at home,” he said as he went away to
call. A little while later he came back. “Tam is there something going on with your family?”
“No not really,” I said, wondering what Mum had said. “What did Mum say, by the way?”
“Well your Mum is hell bent on going to Sydney while you are having an injury. I explained
how serious it was and it was disregarded,” said the doctor sounding annoyed.
“Well it goes like this Doc, my mother and I had looked after one another for years until my
brother promised her a house.”
“O h I see,” said the doctor sounding interested.
“O nce we arrived here in the tropics, the house never eventuated and I find that my mother
is taking my brothers side and not listening to anything that I say...” I faltered nearly bursting
“O h cripes, not another spineless old woman,” said the doctor.
“I did not say that,” I said looking at him.
“I know, Tam, but I just put two and two together and I come up four,” he smiled “It is none
of my business, Tam, but your family has no respect for you or your children and if I were you I
would distance myself from them and make life for yourself.”
“O h,” I said.
“Yes, Tam you can. Have you eaten yet?”
“Well I’ll get you a sandwich and a juice,” said the doctor, talking to the nurse to get me a
sandwich and a drink. The nurse returned and gave me the sandwich. “Now you eat that, Tam,
while I organize your plaster.”
I finished the sandwhich and then the doctor popped my plaster on. “Now I was going to
pop you in hospital tonight,” said the doctor, “but there has been a serious accident nearby so
there are no beds. Now, here is the number of the hospital and promise me if you feel worse then
call the ambulance, Tam,” said the doctor, concerned.
“Thanks so much, Doc, for listening to my winging,” I said.
“That wasn’t winging but airing your problems. I am glad I haven’t a mother like that
jeeeeese,” he said.