Hello fellow fans....it's me again.....
CHAPTER 9
IT'S APRIL. CHRIS IS BEGINNING TO SHOW.....JUST A LITTLE. T.C. IS THERE; HELPING HER EVERY WHICH WAY HE CAN. CHRISTY IS STILL ADJUSTING BUT SO FAR HAS FIT IN JUST FINE.
"How are you feeling sweetheart?" Chris asked glancing into the rearview mirror. She had just picked Christy up from school because the school nurse called and said that Christy had a high fever and said she wasn't feeling too well.
"My chest hurts every time I cough," she answered.
"I'm sure it's just the flu. Some medicine and sleep should fix that right up." Christy made a face at the word medicine and Chris smiled.
Chris gave Christy a dose of medicine and she fell asleep in front of the television during Sponge Bob Square Pants- - - her favorite cartoon.
The medicine didn't help though and when Christy got up about an hour later she was burning up. Chris decided to take her to see the doctor and called T.C. to let him know that she was taking Christy to see the doctor.
"I think this is it," Dr. Telesford said some time after. "Christy is coming down with the flu, but that's the least of her worries," she stopped, took a deep breath in and continued," Christy's heart...."
"Oh God no," Chris whispered taking a seat with T.C. supporting her.
"Her heart has worsened. Much faster than I thought it would. Christy needs that heart transplant. I had already started getting some donors. This type of surgery as I told you all before; is very, very costly. I suggest opening a bank account that will enable the public to make a contribution that will go towards the surgery," she finished. "Thank you doctor, we'll see to it," was all T.C. could say.
"It will be best if Christy stayed here from now on so that we could monitor her closely."
"Yes doctor," he said again.
"You can go in to see her whenever you're ready. I'll give you two some time to absorb all this."
"Yes, thank you," T.C. said one last time.
T.C. and Chris sat side by side in silence for a minute before T.C. reached over and took her hands in his.
"That's my daughter T.C." Chris said looking straight ahead; a single tear rolling down her cheek. "I can't lose her. She's my baby. She's my life T.C." she finished softly; the tears coming faster now.
T.C. put one of his hands to the back of head, bringing her to him gently. "I know Chris. We'll get through this. Just don't give up," he said against her hair. Chris was in full crying mode now and her tears came out as strangled sobs against T.C.'s neck. (For those of you who've seen Best Laid Plans, this scene is sought of like the one after Chris find out that she's not pregnant and they are both in the car(her sweet red convertible) and they hug.....well I think you get the picture now)
"Mommy? Daddy? Can I go home now?" Christy asked still half asleep. T.C. had let Chris cry as he held her all the while, stopping ever so often to whisper words of encouragement; that he himself had a hard time believing.
"Hey Callaway," Chris said trying her best to smile. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay my chest still hurts," she answered touching her chest.
"I hope it goes away in time for the soccer match," she added.
Chris stifled a soft sob.
"What's wrong Mom? Were you crying?" Christy asked looking at Chris then at T.C.
"Christy, Chris and I have something to tell you," T.C. stated.
"About what? Is it the baby?"
"No, no. Everything is fine with the baby."
"Christy," he began as he and Chris took a seat at the side of the bed, "Christy you were born with a hole in your heart."
Silence.
"And that hole has gotten bigger, really bigger and soon you heart's not going to be so good anymore," he finished
"I'm going to die," she said softly, "I need my heart to live and if it's not going to be good; then I'm going to die?"
"No sweetheart not if the doctors can fix it," T.C. added reassuringly.
"How are they gonna do that?" "Well they're going to replace your heart with another one, that'll be good as new. And you'll be just fine when they're finished," T.C. explained although he had a hard time believing it himself.
"What if I'm not fine? What if they do something wrong? What if I die?" she asked softly starting to cry. I don't wanna die she finished.
Then Chris making her first movement of the conversation took Christy into her arms and they both cried.
"Look at this Christy. We're in the papers!" T.C. said smiling, showing her the picture of Chris, Christy and himself.
It was about a week later. T.C. had gone to visit Christy. There he met Monica. For some reason Christy had taken a special liking to her and they had become good friends. Chris had stayed home because she said she was feeling tired.
"Wow this is so cool," Christy said.
"Yea it sure is," Monica said.
"Do you think now that people have seen this we'll have enough money for my surgery?"
The editor of the paper had agreed to publish Christy's story. It was an article about Christy of course; asking for any contribution that the public is willing to offer, which would go towards the surgery. T.C.'s parents had given a very very good contribution, so had Chris' father, persons from the firehouse, T.C. and Chris themselves and now with this article they should have just about enough.
"I don't know but there's no reason for us not to hope so," T.C. replied.
"Okay. Where's Mom?"
"She was feeling kind of tired so she decided to stay home."
"It's because of me isn't it? She's always here plus she always has to work. I know that's not good for the baby."
"I'll leave you too alone now," Monica said quickly making her way out.
"Christy I don't want you blaming yourself; you have enough to handle as it is. So I'd like it very much if you didn't worry about anything. Okay?"
"Okay," she replied simply.
T.C. kissed her on her forehead. "Thank you so very much."
'SOME WHERE IN SANTA MONICA.'
"Look at this Shannon."
"My God Shawn, it's her."
"Yea it's her ..... with parents."
"Where's Marise? I can't believe he'd give her away."
"He didn't. Says here that Marise died and his wife killed her self some time after. She was put up for adoption and was adopted by these two."
"Her heart .... It's gotten worse. I never expected it to get this bad so soon."
"So you're gonna make a contribution?"
"Of course I am. That's my daughter Shawn."
"We're just about ready to go into the operating room. I'll give you all some time alone," these words were said by Dr. Colleen Lynch. She would be the head of the operating team.
Enough money was accumulated for the surgery and they had gotten the heart of a six year old girl who was brain dead following a terrible car accident which killed her other two siblings. Her parents knew she wasn't going to make it and when they heard Christy's story....they agreed immediately. T.C. was there being strong for both his girls. Chris was there also but having trouble being strong.
"I'm not afraid to die," Christy said softly some moments later, "My dad....well my other dad; he'll take care of me."
Chris broke down and started to cry. "You're such a brave little girl," she said despite her tears. "I love you with all my heart. Don't forget that okay?" she said kissing her on the forehead.
"I won't. I love you too mom," she said hugging her despite all those cords attached to her little hands.
"You'll make it through this. You just have to," T.C. said next. "We're all counting on you. We all love you."
"I love you too," she said hugging him.
Just then the doctor came in and told them this was it. The next time they saw Christy she would be good as new....hopefully.
All T.C. and Chris could do was pray, hope and wait. T.C. told Chris a while later that he thought it would be best if she go home and get some rest. She had hesitated at first but gave in a while after. Cory offered to stay at the hospital for as long as they needed her too since she had they day off. T.C. used that time to go home and get some rest himself.
Cory telephoned him a couple of hours later. The surgery was a success and they were just waiting for her to wake up to make sure everything was fine.
T.C. woke Chris and told her the news. She cried and she laughed. They were both very thankful and happy that they were going to have their daughter back.
"Hey sleeping beauty," Chris said at the first signs Christy showed of waking up. She and T.C. had gotten to the hospital in no time and had been at her bedside ever since.
"Is it over? Or are you guys dead too?" Christy asked still half asleep. T.C. and Chris laughed.
"It's all over sweetie," Chris answered gently placing a lock of Christy's hair behind her ear. "So it worked then? The other heart I mean." "It sure did. Your surgery was a success," T.C. said happily. "So can I go home now?" "No you can't but you'll be able to very soon," Chris answered. "I hope so. I miss Sponge Bob," she said folding her arms. "And I'm sure that couch misses your lazy butt being on it," T.C. said which made them all laugh.
"I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you Christy. You're my sunshine," Chris said kissing her slightly. "And mine too. Don't forget that," T.C. added "Don't worry, I won't," she said smiling, "Callaway hug?" she asked. "Our pleasure," T.C. said and all three of them came together in a group hug.
END OF CHAPTER 9
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CHAPTER 9
IT'S APRIL. CHRIS IS BEGINNING TO SHOW.....JUST A LITTLE. T.C. IS THERE; HELPING HER EVERY WHICH WAY HE CAN. CHRISTY IS STILL ADJUSTING BUT SO FAR HAS FIT IN JUST FINE.
"How are you feeling sweetheart?" Chris asked glancing into the rearview mirror. She had just picked Christy up from school because the school nurse called and said that Christy had a high fever and said she wasn't feeling too well.
"My chest hurts every time I cough," she answered.
"I'm sure it's just the flu. Some medicine and sleep should fix that right up." Christy made a face at the word medicine and Chris smiled.
Chris gave Christy a dose of medicine and she fell asleep in front of the television during Sponge Bob Square Pants- - - her favorite cartoon.
The medicine didn't help though and when Christy got up about an hour later she was burning up. Chris decided to take her to see the doctor and called T.C. to let him know that she was taking Christy to see the doctor.
"I think this is it," Dr. Telesford said some time after. "Christy is coming down with the flu, but that's the least of her worries," she stopped, took a deep breath in and continued," Christy's heart...."
"Oh God no," Chris whispered taking a seat with T.C. supporting her.
"Her heart has worsened. Much faster than I thought it would. Christy needs that heart transplant. I had already started getting some donors. This type of surgery as I told you all before; is very, very costly. I suggest opening a bank account that will enable the public to make a contribution that will go towards the surgery," she finished. "Thank you doctor, we'll see to it," was all T.C. could say.
"It will be best if Christy stayed here from now on so that we could monitor her closely."
"Yes doctor," he said again.
"You can go in to see her whenever you're ready. I'll give you two some time to absorb all this."
"Yes, thank you," T.C. said one last time.
T.C. and Chris sat side by side in silence for a minute before T.C. reached over and took her hands in his.
"That's my daughter T.C." Chris said looking straight ahead; a single tear rolling down her cheek. "I can't lose her. She's my baby. She's my life T.C." she finished softly; the tears coming faster now.
T.C. put one of his hands to the back of head, bringing her to him gently. "I know Chris. We'll get through this. Just don't give up," he said against her hair. Chris was in full crying mode now and her tears came out as strangled sobs against T.C.'s neck. (For those of you who've seen Best Laid Plans, this scene is sought of like the one after Chris find out that she's not pregnant and they are both in the car(her sweet red convertible) and they hug.....well I think you get the picture now)
"Mommy? Daddy? Can I go home now?" Christy asked still half asleep. T.C. had let Chris cry as he held her all the while, stopping ever so often to whisper words of encouragement; that he himself had a hard time believing.
"Hey Callaway," Chris said trying her best to smile. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay my chest still hurts," she answered touching her chest.
"I hope it goes away in time for the soccer match," she added.
Chris stifled a soft sob.
"What's wrong Mom? Were you crying?" Christy asked looking at Chris then at T.C.
"Christy, Chris and I have something to tell you," T.C. stated.
"About what? Is it the baby?"
"No, no. Everything is fine with the baby."
"Christy," he began as he and Chris took a seat at the side of the bed, "Christy you were born with a hole in your heart."
Silence.
"And that hole has gotten bigger, really bigger and soon you heart's not going to be so good anymore," he finished
"I'm going to die," she said softly, "I need my heart to live and if it's not going to be good; then I'm going to die?"
"No sweetheart not if the doctors can fix it," T.C. added reassuringly.
"How are they gonna do that?" "Well they're going to replace your heart with another one, that'll be good as new. And you'll be just fine when they're finished," T.C. explained although he had a hard time believing it himself.
"What if I'm not fine? What if they do something wrong? What if I die?" she asked softly starting to cry. I don't wanna die she finished.
Then Chris making her first movement of the conversation took Christy into her arms and they both cried.
"Look at this Christy. We're in the papers!" T.C. said smiling, showing her the picture of Chris, Christy and himself.
It was about a week later. T.C. had gone to visit Christy. There he met Monica. For some reason Christy had taken a special liking to her and they had become good friends. Chris had stayed home because she said she was feeling tired.
"Wow this is so cool," Christy said.
"Yea it sure is," Monica said.
"Do you think now that people have seen this we'll have enough money for my surgery?"
The editor of the paper had agreed to publish Christy's story. It was an article about Christy of course; asking for any contribution that the public is willing to offer, which would go towards the surgery. T.C.'s parents had given a very very good contribution, so had Chris' father, persons from the firehouse, T.C. and Chris themselves and now with this article they should have just about enough.
"I don't know but there's no reason for us not to hope so," T.C. replied.
"Okay. Where's Mom?"
"She was feeling kind of tired so she decided to stay home."
"It's because of me isn't it? She's always here plus she always has to work. I know that's not good for the baby."
"I'll leave you too alone now," Monica said quickly making her way out.
"Christy I don't want you blaming yourself; you have enough to handle as it is. So I'd like it very much if you didn't worry about anything. Okay?"
"Okay," she replied simply.
T.C. kissed her on her forehead. "Thank you so very much."
'SOME WHERE IN SANTA MONICA.'
"Look at this Shannon."
"My God Shawn, it's her."
"Yea it's her ..... with parents."
"Where's Marise? I can't believe he'd give her away."
"He didn't. Says here that Marise died and his wife killed her self some time after. She was put up for adoption and was adopted by these two."
"Her heart .... It's gotten worse. I never expected it to get this bad so soon."
"So you're gonna make a contribution?"
"Of course I am. That's my daughter Shawn."
"We're just about ready to go into the operating room. I'll give you all some time alone," these words were said by Dr. Colleen Lynch. She would be the head of the operating team.
Enough money was accumulated for the surgery and they had gotten the heart of a six year old girl who was brain dead following a terrible car accident which killed her other two siblings. Her parents knew she wasn't going to make it and when they heard Christy's story....they agreed immediately. T.C. was there being strong for both his girls. Chris was there also but having trouble being strong.
"I'm not afraid to die," Christy said softly some moments later, "My dad....well my other dad; he'll take care of me."
Chris broke down and started to cry. "You're such a brave little girl," she said despite her tears. "I love you with all my heart. Don't forget that okay?" she said kissing her on the forehead.
"I won't. I love you too mom," she said hugging her despite all those cords attached to her little hands.
"You'll make it through this. You just have to," T.C. said next. "We're all counting on you. We all love you."
"I love you too," she said hugging him.
Just then the doctor came in and told them this was it. The next time they saw Christy she would be good as new....hopefully.
All T.C. and Chris could do was pray, hope and wait. T.C. told Chris a while later that he thought it would be best if she go home and get some rest. She had hesitated at first but gave in a while after. Cory offered to stay at the hospital for as long as they needed her too since she had they day off. T.C. used that time to go home and get some rest himself.
Cory telephoned him a couple of hours later. The surgery was a success and they were just waiting for her to wake up to make sure everything was fine.
T.C. woke Chris and told her the news. She cried and she laughed. They were both very thankful and happy that they were going to have their daughter back.
"Hey sleeping beauty," Chris said at the first signs Christy showed of waking up. She and T.C. had gotten to the hospital in no time and had been at her bedside ever since.
"Is it over? Or are you guys dead too?" Christy asked still half asleep. T.C. and Chris laughed.
"It's all over sweetie," Chris answered gently placing a lock of Christy's hair behind her ear. "So it worked then? The other heart I mean." "It sure did. Your surgery was a success," T.C. said happily. "So can I go home now?" "No you can't but you'll be able to very soon," Chris answered. "I hope so. I miss Sponge Bob," she said folding her arms. "And I'm sure that couch misses your lazy butt being on it," T.C. said which made them all laugh.
"I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you Christy. You're my sunshine," Chris said kissing her slightly. "And mine too. Don't forget that," T.C. added "Don't worry, I won't," she said smiling, "Callaway hug?" she asked. "Our pleasure," T.C. said and all three of them came together in a group hug.
END OF CHAPTER 9
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