Chapter 17- The Mislead
Kelly's POV:
Man! This week has been upsetting! But it all turned up in the end. Hopefully my baby is okay as stressed as I was. We are going to the doctor now. "Let's go," Randy says. I just now realized I've been talking to myself for almost a minute now. "Coming," I say as a unfasten my seat belt and rush into the building. "Orton ultrasound disk," I insist for. The nurse looks at me and says, "Dr. Hendricks actually wanted to meet with you instead. The ultrasound showed something he wanted to discuss together." "Oh. Okay. Can we go on into his office now?" "Yes, I'll call for him," she says as she dials his cell phone number. "The Orton's are here. Where do you want to meet with them? I dunno! Where do you normally meet with this particular session? In the advanced room. Is this room 15 or 14? 14? Okay. I know I'm the same way! Haha! Okay, I'll send them. Buh bye! He'll meet with you in the advanced medical attention room 14. Good bye!" "Ok. Bye." Then we head for the room. It's pale colors and beautiful aquarium are so soothing. "Hello Barbara. Randall. How are you all? Please sit. Take a load off." "Okay." then we sit down in the big black chairs. "There are massage buttons, you know." "I did not know that! Where is it?" I ask. "It's right here darling," Randy says as he presses the button. I am vibrating. "AAAA OOOOO YEAH! Sooooo whhhhyyyy dddiiiiidddd yoooooouuuuuuu waant tooooo meeeet wiiithhh uuuusss exxxxaaacccttlllyyy?" I ask. The vibrations are causing me to talk like this. "Oh, yeah that. Um, these things are never easy..." "Whhhhaaaaatttt dooooo yooouuu meeeaaan?" "Well, let me put it easier to take in. Um, we have found a brain tumor in the results. Your baby has brain cancer. A SEVERE case of it, too. It may not survive very long after birth- maybe not even birth. I'm so sorry." "WHHHHAAAATTTT?" I slam down the remote and cry, "Why? I mean Elaine and Bob never had ancestors in the past that had brain cancer! My mother and father never did either! It's screwed up!" "I know, I know dear. This is never EVER easy to share. I am so very super sorry. But in the mean time if you do want the disk, you may have it." I say "yes" to the offer. It may be the only snap shots we have of our little "angel" after all.
Randy's POV:
I felt so bad for Barb! She really wants another kid! I mean, this one was her world! She probably will break down soon. I can't bare to tell my mother and father about the miscarriage! It'll be too heartbreaking! *RING RING* My phone starts to ring. "Hello," I say "who is this? This is he. Mm Hm. Okay. Yes, Barbara isn't here she's at my mothers house, can I take a message? This is Dr. Seagraves - the therapist Dr. Hendricks recommended for us. Okay. We'll see you Tuesday after we drop Layla off at daycare. OK. Bye!" I text Barb and tell her to come to the house. Then I get gas and go on home.
Kelly's POV:
Randy said we were going to a therapist today so I'm putting on a blue tank with an orange fleece jacket and an orange and purple necklace. "Okay let's go, Randall Keith. Where's the therapist at?" "Downtown beside of the City mall. Why are you so dressed up? I'm just wearing a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You look like you're going to a fancy dinner party with the Hilson's next door." "Well I just assumed we'd make a good first impression. But I guess I'll go change..." "No- it's okay our appointment is at 5:30 and it's 5:15 now, we best be going. After this we'll pick up Layla. It shouldn't be more than 15-30 minutes." Then we hop into the Monte Carlo and drive downtown. All I can think about is my miscarriage. My baby isn't even that developed and already has brain cancer. I hope this is a miracle like Layla's blood loss. All I can do at this point is hope for the best.