The phone call came in the late afternoon, right in the middle of my careful preparation for the most important medical appointment I’d had since Robert died four years ago.
I was laying out my questions for the cardiologist, organizing the symptoms I’d been tracking for weeks. The chest tightness. The irregular heartbeat.
The episodes of dizziness that had been getting progressively worse.
“Helen, I need you to watch Emma and Jake today. Emergency at work.”
Madison’s voice carried that particular tone she used when she expected immediate compliance—as if my sixty years of life experience had somehow prepared me to be her on-call babysitter rather than her children’s grandmother.
“Madison, I can’t today. I have a doctor’s appointment I’ve been waiting weeks for.”
“What kind of doctor’s appointment?”
“Cardiology.
I’ve been having some concerning symptoms and—Madison—this is a real emergency.”
Her voice rose, taking on the edge of desperation she used when she wanted to make her problem sound more serious than mine.
“My supervisor called an urgent meeting about the quarterly reports. I have to be there or I could lose my job.”
“Can’t you reschedule your appointment?”
I looked at the calendar on my kitchen wall—the one Robert had bought from the VFW fundraiser years ago—where I’d circled today’s date in red ink weeks earlier. Dr.
Martinez had squeezed me into his schedule as a favor after I’d described the chest pain episodes that had been waking me up at night.
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