treated, there is comfort. And for those you have cured, there is a deep appreciation.
“I work at the most extraordinary place in the world and my goal is the same as the founders’ was in 1972: to shut cancer down. I am one of the fortunate ones. But together, if my miracle is shared by others, we can do the impossible. Here’s to believing that wherever that answer lies, it will find us. The words of a giving and caring German researcher sum up our hopes: ‘may my young patients’ troubles disappear.’”
She stopped and leaned back, reading over what she had written. She smiled, shrugged her shoulders, and hit send. Then she remained sitting, staring at the screen, resting her chin on her propped hands. “Where are you, Mr. Bextal?” she whispered.
Not wanting to go home right away, she decided to grab some files and do a little more research on Mary’s symptoms. She was determined to keep her alive and have her walk out of St. Theresa’s on her own two feet.
Two hours later, the ringtone on her cell phone startled her. It was Barry.
“I just saw your little note. What was that all about?”
“Just a sec.” Shelly slipped from Mary’s room and into the corridor putting some distance between her and the door. “Nothing really. Just reminiscing with Doc Wall today, and I wanted everyone to know I still hope for another miracle for my kids.”
“Well, Shel, a lot of people are trying and Dr. Shoo’s work is pretty damn cool. But you’re okay, right?”
“I’m fine, Barry.” She changed the subject. “So, how’s Ann doing?”
“You know, if I ever have to deal with RA, I hope I have half the
pep that child does,” Barry said. “And Nick?”
“Nick’s great. Having dinner with his dad and his dad’s forty- five-year-old girlfriend tonight.”
“He’s how old?” “In his seventies.”
“Wow,” Barry said. “Now if she has a brother, tell her to call
me.”
“I’ll look into it.” She laughed. “Wait, where is your man tonight? Flying around the globe?”
“Believe it or not, he just finished up a UPS commercial.”