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A Promise for Keeping (standard:romance, 10294 words) | |||
Author: Mick@Nite | Added: Apr 27 2003 | Views/Reads: 4133/2476 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
Is love enough to keep a promise alive? | |||
Why I still call her, I do not know. For some time, I did so only to listen to the customary “no longer in service” message but now, the number has been reassigned to an unfortunate someone who has to endure my periodic calls: “Is Alison there?” “No, Sorry. You must have the wrong number.” Letters return to sender, e-mails never receive reply. I stand in front of her house, accepting that she is no longer there but taking some comfort in knowing she once was. People who knew her tell me to let go, but I cannot. There is a promise involved. One I intend on keeping. Alison Lumm, ordinary as her name may sound, was to me, at least, anything but. She was the tiny girl with the sad eyes and brilliant smile. The first woman I ever dared to love, the first to ever truly love me in return. How foolish was I, thinking this love was strong enough to keep us from parting, how unwise. I met Alison for the first time when she was admitted as a patient to the small community hospital - located in the Connecticut suburbs - where I am employed as a registered nurse. The sixth floor, or 6 North as it is recognized, specializes in oncology - the treatment of cancer - and is where I have worked since graduating from nursing school so many years ago. I did not choose oncology nursing; it chose me. Unlike most of my fellow classmates, I had no specific specialty in mind when embarking upon my nursing career, leaving my fate instead in the hands of a hospital recruiter who would use me to fill a vacancy where few other new grads were willing to work. I love caring for cancer patients. When I first came to the unit, many of the seasoned oncology nurses looked to me with eyebrows raised in speculation of a male nurse delivering the compassionate care and tenderness that all cancer patients require. However, my gentle mannerisms - combined with a quick wit and sense of humor - soon won them over. I have met and cared for so many unique and remarkable people working on 6 North and have seen every angle of humanity possible, both the good, as well as the bad. But I have never made a promise to a patient that I was unable to keep. That is, until Alison Lumm. Initially, she had gone to her family doctor complaining of a nagging pain in her joints for which he simply prescribed high dose ibuprofen, however, after six weeks with little relief, he drew a blood sample which revealed something troubling, something he had not considered. The following day, Alison met with a hematologist who performed a bone marrow biopsy, confirming what the vial of her blood had insinuated: Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia. While all of my patients are special to me, I have always harbored a certain affection for the leukemics. All cancers are dreadful ailments. Cancer is a hideous monster, slowly consuming its victims from the inside out, using their body's own natural life processes against themselves, discriminating not against grandmothers, uncles, husbands, best friends, children - cancer simply does not care. But, to me it seems, the leukemic has it the worst. Unlike its solid tumor cousins that can be more easily targeted during treatment, leukemia is a covert malignancy that conceals itself inside its victim's bones, deep within the marrow, thoughtlessly producing millions upon millions of useless immature white blood cells, choking off the production of healthy blood cells. This intra-bodily turmoil leaves the leukemic feeling fatigued with aching joints, lethargic and prone to deadly infections and/or bleeding disorders. Left untreated, the patient will eventually succumb to anemia, infection, hemorrhage or possibly, organ failure. Such was Alison's condition as I watched her step foot onto 6 North for the first time to begin treatment, one that can sometimes be as lethal as the disease itself. The management of leukemia necessitates high doses of chemotherapy, corrosive chemicals which seek out and obliterate the patient's diseased bone marrow. Nothing short of poison, these powerful drugs do not discern between healthy bone marrow and its malignant houseguest, annihilating both good and bad cells alike. Ironically, this leaves the leukemic feeling sicker than they were prior to treatment, with few Click here to read the rest of this story (1177 more lines)
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