I get so MAD!

August 21st, 2004 at 05:00pm Posted by Bill

Terri is our friend who lost her 14 year old son Steven to a brain tumor a year and a half ago. She had an accident a few days ago and broke her ankle. She tripped and fell sideways across a curb while walking through the parking lot at work. When it happened, she thought she may have broken a few ribs. She was taken to the hospital, and she called Kathy in tears to come and be with her for a while. Kathy and the kids rushed there and hung out in the ER waiting room while they X-rayed her. Terri was in great pain, and they thought she may have ruptured something internally, which would be pretty serious, and apparently could have been life-threatening.

My 14 year old son Billy took Kathy’s cell phone out to the car to call me and let me know what was happening. When he got off the phone and went back in to the waiting room, Kathy had taken the other kids somewhere. He went to the receptionist to say that he wanted to visit Terri, and the nurse (who was under the impression that Billy was her son) went back to find out where Terri was and to let her know that she had a visitor.

So picture this: Terri, of course as always still grieving for and thinking of her dead son, is in extreme pain in the ER, with unspoken thoughts in her head that she may be dying, and a nurse comes in and says something like “It’s OK, your teenage son is waiting for you, you’ll be with him very soon…”

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