A young woman finds she has a rare condition that threatens he life and the life of her unborn children. After several miscarriages a doctor offers hope but at a significant price to the man who loves her. Will he have the courage to do what is necessary?
“What size is it?”
“Twenty seven by one and a quarter.”
“Let’s see if I have one. Tell your mom you’re going with me so she doesn’t worry.”
Dave didn’t have a tube in the garage but he made a pretence of looking for one. Then he and Ken got into the car together. An hour later the bike was fixed and a friendship had been built between Dave and Ken.
Ken headed to the door and then turned back to Dave. “You know how to use crutches?” Dave nodded. “You use them till you find out what they say at the hospital. I don’t want you to hurt more.” He went out without giving Dave an opportunity to answer. Carol pulled her car into the driveway and she and Ken helped them to the car. He had gone out to check the walk and spread some salt.
Dave was in pain during the trip to the hospital. The ER doctor was waiting for them. One look at Dave’s foot was enough.
“I think we have a fracture here. I need an x-ray to be sure.”
“I’m pregnant,” Lynn offered.
“Dr. Brend already talked to me. We’ll x-ray him, not you.”
They were placed in wheelchairs and taken to the x-ray room. Dave was placed on the table. Lynn’s chair was placed away from the table and two lead aprons were placed on her to shield her from the rays. In an hour Dave had a cast on his foot and they were preparing to leave. It was a bad break. He would have to use crutches for at least a month. Maybe then he could walk on the cast. His foot hurt but pain pills were out. He called Dan from home. They would be in the next day. They would work at home for the afternoon.
Getting to work the next morning was even more difficult than before but that was only the beginning. About 8:30 Dave had the urge to go to the bathroom. It was a long way on crutches. Standing and walking made his foot swell and become even more uncomfortable but there was no alternative.
Since the beginning of the cross dialysis as it was being called they had been eating lunch at their desks. One of their fellow workers would get their lunch for them and return the trays after they had eaten. When Pam came to pick up the trays she sat down on the chair between the desks.
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