From: "Jan Monroe"
To:
Subject: Dues: The walk
Date: Wednesday, March 21, 2001 4:39 PM
HI,
This is angsty and depressing.
For all those of you that know about my father, this is only partly about
him. He is still in the hospital and they still don't know what is wrong
but he is holding his own. He hates hospital food so much that I now have
the Doctor's blessing to bring stuff into him. That is his biggest
compliant.
The Walk
By Jan Monroe
Jim hated this walk.
He had spent more of time in the last month walking up and down these
corridors. Worrying.
It's not that no one would tell him anything but they didn't know anything.
He knew the way. . . up the front drive, hand the keys over to the Valet, in
the front door, walk across the lobby to the main elevator bank, push the
"up" button and wait, get in, press 12, go up and make a left. He knew he
would stop at the nurses station on his way and that they would know him by
name. He would ask for the latest news and get a list of test they had run
but no answers.
There would be nothing new. He knew that. All the modern medicine and
advanced tests couldn't figure out why his Dad wasn't improving. There were
not answers to be found here. He know that.
He was tempted to ask Blair to investigate why but didn't want his Dad to
know.
Blair was good. He know what to do to keep him healthy but his Dad? Could
Dad have some of the same problems that he did with the modern drugs?
These were just more questions without answers.
More disappointments and more stress as he watched Dad slowly slip away.
He sat and visited and then he would reverse the walk down and out of the
building. The Valet would get Sweetheart. He hated leaving he with them
but it was his only option. Even the ten minute wait was better than the
three dollar parking fees from the only open lot four block away.
Home...he know that he should do other things but he really did need to go
home. His territory. He needed his guide. He didn't know what to do. He
had only started talking to his dad a few years ago and now he could be
dieing.
To:
Subject: Dues: The walk
Date: Wednesday, March 21, 2001 4:39 PM
HI,
This is angsty and depressing.
For all those of you that know about my father, this is only partly about
him. He is still in the hospital and they still don't know what is wrong
but he is holding his own. He hates hospital food so much that I now have
the Doctor's blessing to bring stuff into him. That is his biggest
compliant.
The Walk
By Jan Monroe
Jim hated this walk.
He had spent more of time in the last month walking up and down these
corridors. Worrying.
It's not that no one would tell him anything but they didn't know anything.
He knew the way. . . up the front drive, hand the keys over to the Valet, in
the front door, walk across the lobby to the main elevator bank, push the
"up" button and wait, get in, press 12, go up and make a left. He knew he
would stop at the nurses station on his way and that they would know him by
name. He would ask for the latest news and get a list of test they had run
but no answers.
There would be nothing new. He knew that. All the modern medicine and
advanced tests couldn't figure out why his Dad wasn't improving. There were
not answers to be found here. He know that.
He was tempted to ask Blair to investigate why but didn't want his Dad to
know.
Blair was good. He know what to do to keep him healthy but his Dad? Could
Dad have some of the same problems that he did with the modern drugs?
These were just more questions without answers.
More disappointments and more stress as he watched Dad slowly slip away.
He sat and visited and then he would reverse the walk down and out of the
building. The Valet would get Sweetheart. He hated leaving he with them
but it was his only option. Even the ten minute wait was better than the
three dollar parking fees from the only open lot four block away.
Home...he know that he should do other things but he really did need to go
home. His territory. He needed his guide. He didn't know what to do. He
had only started talking to his dad a few years ago and now he could be
dieing.
