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    Lest I Forget (6)

    “And you need to stop treating me like an invalid, all right? I want to stay and I’m going to stay. I’m an adult, you guys. I think I have the right to decide for myself where I’m spending the night,” I retorted, but there was no anger in it. I was too tired. All I wanted to do was stay here and wait for the doctor to tell me about Alice.

    Charlie sighed. “Fine, Ma. But I really wish you’d come with us. I don’t want you getting sick,” he said carefully. Even though the cancer had been long gone by the time he was born, Al had always been really careful with my health. He’d inherited that trait too, and was constantly pestering me to sleep more and to not take on so much. It seldom worked, but I have to give him credit for trying.

    “I’ll be all right,” I assured him. “As soon as I hear something, I’ll go to sleep.”

    “It might be awhile, Ma. She’s in a coma,” Kallie reminded me, then flinched. “Sorry, I know you know that. But really, you need some rest. You look like you haven’t slept in weeks.”
    “I said I’ll be fine,” I replied, a little more testily this time. The kids glanced at each other worriedly, but didn’t say anything.

    “All right, you’re not leaving, we get it,” Shane finally said, giving me a hug. “We’ll go get a little sleep. Call if you hear anything?” she asked, looking deep into my eyes and begging me to take it easy without saying it.

    “I will,” I said, and she smiled in relief at my double meaning.

    “Good,” she said softly. “Okay, we’ll see ya soon, then. Come on guys,” she said as she slung her arm around Kallie’s shoulders. She’d have done the same to Charlie if it wouldn’t have made her walk lopsided. There was at least a foot’s height difference between my kids.

    I watched them go and thought again how lucky I was. Throughout all the problems getting Kallie, then her illness, then all the shit with Charlie when he was really young, things had turned out all right.

    And I was still grateful for it.

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    Comments

    1. Hey, i totally love this story it’s really cute and lovely and so well written and I just *sighs* I totally heart Danish. D was really cute going on about her son’s love of swimming and how much he was like A, I love the way the kids are like mini versions of them. Awwww at the Leisha and Erin thing, you must tell me more =) and thanks so much for posting again. YOU ROCK!

    2. I’m so happy you posted again. I missed his. Thank you for a wonderful chapter. And I’m with Loved_up, you must ell us more about Erin and Leisha ;) thanks again

    3. that was so tragically beautiful. have i mentioned within the past week how glad i am to have you back in this hemisphere? cant wait to hear all about it.

    4. I am grateful that you even posted on the road. That was very generous of you since we all have been waiting for this story to continue. God, that D was one stubborn goat and would never change. I am now worried her like the children that she would get sick too. That would not be good. I totally love that Charlie now maybe because he resembled and behaved like A. Ever so loving and loyal to his mothers. So the klutzy D started Charlie swimming, that was funny. Pardon my stupidity, was Howie the donor after all? If so, how come they never told him before? That would be another 5 years worth of therapy. Lots of subtle and not so subtle humor in this chapter, such as S spitting her coffee; “spot on the wall looked like Alice to me”; Charlie smelling like chorine; “the consent form written in gibberish.” Great news about A, I couldn’t be happier. Can’t wait till the next post. Hope you find your way back home safely. Thanks MT.

    5. Yay, you’re back and you’re posting again. :) If I were Dana I would have stayed at the hospital too. It’s kind of sad to read about their last days together (probably) and that they are not able to communicate during these days since Al is in a coma. :( I agree with Loved_up, I totally love the fact that Charlie abd Kallie are miniversions of Dana and Alice.:D

    6. Thanks so much for the new post, MT! Sorry to hear about your travel woes. Hopefully you can get back on your way soon. I also want to hear more about the Erin/Leisha interaction. ;-D This was another great chapter! I look forward to hearing more about Kallie and Charlie — sounds like there are some good stories there. Poor Dana. I hope she gets some rest. I wish she had gone to the hotel. You are starting to give me hope that Alice will make it through this illness. Is it just wishful thinking on my part?

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