finally decided that his condition warranted a visit to the Hospital.
Upon reaching the Hospital and undergoing several tests; she was brought to a p restigious office and meticulously informed that her brother had Chronic Kidney Disease, which it appeared, had resulted from some form of poisoning or something of the sort. She had two options; dialysis at least three times per week or transplant and since she didn’t have the money for a transplant, dialysis was her best bet. She didn’t have personal insurance and the insurance that her job offered was very limited considering that she only worked part time and even though she was working full time at the moment; there wasn’t a sane insurance company that would offer coverage to her brother.
As expected, she was devastated by the news of her brother’s illness; thus she had opted for the best alternative she could facilitate; dialysis. She’d quit school almost instantly and started working full time at the Bakery and Cafe; this time as a Pastry Chef instead of a waitress with the ultimatum to save sufficient funds to pay for her brother’s transplant surgery, eventually. Now, a year later and she was even more broke. Between dialysis, medication and Joshua’s strict diet, she could hardly save a penny. Not to mention the fact that Joshua was not coping well with the stresses of living with a terminal illness.
Although it had taken her a we ek to contact her mother, she’d informed her immediately of Joshua’s diagnosis. She’d appeared to be grief stricken; promising to return home as soon as she could, but she never did. She had called now and then; swearing that she would come home soon but Paige had learned to ignore her mother’s hollow commitments somewhere around her fourth try. Her father’s parents were her only tower of support as her mother’s family was so estranged she doubted they even remembered she and her brother existed.
Joshua had come home from school, two days ago, with a swollen stomach. Conscious of the severity of his illness and its symptoms, she had rushed him to the emergency room where he was immediately admitted. She hoped he would be released today as she was at her whit’s end. She needed him to come home; to know that she had more time to come up with the money for his transplant surgery.
She shook aside her morbid thoughts as she drove into the Hospital’s Parking Lott and plastered a smile unto her face. It wouldn’t do to let Joshua see her melancholy mood; he needed to stay strong to ba ttle this God forsaken illness and she was his only source of strength.
CHAPTER THREE
JOSHUA WAS ASLEEP WHEN she got to the hospital so she took a few moments to stroke his wan cheeks; willing the tears that sprung to her eyes to keep at bay. She traced the lines of his fragile face and her heart broke; like it had so many times since his diagnosis. How many times had she questioned why such a horrible thing had to happen to her brother? At least he was still alive she consoled herself.
She sunk into a chair next to his bed; content to watch the gentle rise and fall of his fragile chest. The nurse had told her on her way in that Doctor Walsh wanted to speak with her; she hoped it was about Joshua’s release.
“Ms. Sinclair”, Dr. Walsh’s voice broke through her silent musing, “Can I speak to you in my office please”, he smiled reassuringly but there was a hint of sadness in his grey eyes.
“Sure”, she said apprehensively, following him through the throng of people in the Hospital’s lobby to a small office with medical diagrams decorating the walls.
“Sit”, he instructed as he sat behind the sole desk in the office and her stomach clenched painfully.
He sighed heavily. “Your bro ther is not coping well with his illness at all”, he said, “he has been admitted to the hospital four times this month alone, as you are aware, which we believe is as a result of not following our dietary
L. J. McDonald, Leanna Renee Hieber, Helen Scott Taylor