"Not to mention your career," Will said.
"That, too." Cathy looked down at the Bible in her lap."What will happen to Sherri now?"
"The District Attorney has his choice of charges: attempted murder, arson, forgery, manslaughter, all the way down to malicious mischief. Unfortunately, what you recorded her saying won't help in a criminal proceeding, because she hadn't been read her Miranda rights. On the other hand, once the police start digging, I'll bet they can come up with more evidence."
"What about Jacob?" Cathy asked.
"I don't think there's any way he was involved in this."
Cathy thought about what lay ahead for Sherri and Jacob."You know, I recognize that Jacob's constant venting of his anger and frustration at not getting into medical school may have triggered Sherri's actions, but I have a hard time not feeling sorry for him. Sherri has ruined their lives."
Will started to reach for the door handle, but Cathy stopped him with a hand on his arm. "I haven't asked you yet. Can you get the malpractice action dismissed?"
"I guarantee you that when I tell Sam Lawton how this scenario played out, he'll drop the suit like a hot potato. I think you can consider your need for a lawyer at an end."
"Oh, no!"
"What? Just because you don't need me professionally doesn't mean we can't see each other again."
Cathy dug into her purse for a piece of scratch paper. "No, no, that's not it." She pulled out a ballpoint pen and scribbled a note, which she tucked into the front of her Bible. "I just remembered. I've got to call Marcus Bell today. I sent him one of those letters I used to smoke out the culprit. He showed up last night thinking I'd lost my mind. He's probably calling a meeting of the credentials committee right now."
Will laughed. "If he gives you any trouble, let me handle it. I was kidding about not being your lawyer any more."
Cathy flinched when a black SUV pulled up beside Will's pickup. It took her a moment to realize that she had nothing to fear from such a vehicle anymore. Then the door opened and Ella Mae Mercer climbed out, conservatively dressed in a simple black dress accented by a single strand of pearls.
Cathy rolled down her window. "Ella Mae. How are you?"
Ella Mae nodded to both Cathy and Will. "A bit shaky, but better. I have an appointment with Dr. Samuels next week."
"That should help," Cathy said.
"So will what I'm about to do."
"What's that?"
Ella Mae reached into her purse and pulled out a small Bible. "Pastor Kennedy and his wife came to see me in the hospital. They prayed with me, and we talked a lot about how I couldn't forgive myself for what I'd done when I stole that money from your father. They convinced me that before I could get rid of that guilt I needed to take advantage of God's forgiveness. I'm here to follow up on that." Ella Mae took a deep breath. "I hope I can sleep tonight without the burden I've been carrying all these years."
"I'll pray for you," Cathy said. The words came out so naturally that she might have been saying them every day for years. She had changed so much since moving to Dainger.
They watched Ella Mae walk through the doors of the church. "I'm glad she's been talking with Dad," Will said."I hope she'll be able to turn things around and make some changes in her life."
"I'm due for some changes in my life too," Cathy said.
Will gave her a questioning look. "Such as?"
"I always thought that if I had just seen Mom and Dad that night—the night of my graduation—I could have helped them put things right between them. Now I know that I couldn't. It's not my fault they were pulled apart. And I guess it's not my fault—or God's—that they died that night." Cathy brushed a tear away from the corner of her eye. "And I've always felt stigmatized because of my mother's mental illness. I was so afraid I might develop schizophrenia too. I couldn't bear to think of burdening any man with the responsibility for taking care of me the way my father took care of my mother. But now I know the truth."
"And that changes everything," Will said.
"Yes." Cathy's smile trembled. "I need to change the way I look at life. Staying with your parents has shown me the kind of family I really want—not perfect, just loving and forgiving."
"That's the best kind."
"And I realize that I have another kind of family right here." She looked at the church building. "A family of faith.I haven't exactly been on great terms with God, and I'd like to remedy that today."
Will sat silent, and Cathy feared she'd said too much. She reached for the door handle, but Will stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. "Do you think you might be open to considering a family of your own now?"
The smile that spread across Cathy's face seemed to well up from deep within her heart. "I'd need to consult my lawyer before I respond. But I think the answer is yes."
Discussion Questions
1. Dainger seems to be a typical small town. What is your impression of the "character" of such small towns? Do they present any unique challenges or opportunities for Christians trying to live out their faith? Have you had personal experiences of such a situation?
2. The first scene has significant symbolism: the black SUV, the accident that leaves Cathy helpless, her rescue by a "white knight." Is there a biblical parallel to the story told? What other symbolism did you note throughout the book? What about similarities of some people in Dainger to characters in the Bible?
3. Cathy Sewell is troubled on many fronts. Her initial reaction to her first reversal was to "run away home."Was this an appropriate reaction? She's also running away from God. When do you think this began? What started her reversal? What factors altered her reaction to adversity?
4. Will Kennedy waited patiently for Cathy, even though she had hurt him. Why do you think he was so long-suffering? How do you think you would have responded? Would your attitude change after Cathy's response to their first encounter?
5. Cathy obviously feels guilt at the role she imagines she played in her parents' death. Are there factors that amplified that guilt? Which characters contributed most to her recovery from those feelings? Which might have worsened it? How would you have counseled her?
6. Can you find a positive attribute in Mr. Nix? Mr.Phillips? With which of Cathy's patients do you most identify? Why? How well does Cathy succeed in putting her personal feelings aside when rendering treatment? Why is this so?
7. What is your opinion of the way Pastor Matthew and Dora Kennedy try to reach Cathy? Is her response realistic? Have you ever dealt with someone who was estranged from God? How did you approach it? What worked and what didn't?
8. Can you reconcile Dr. Marcus Bell's treatment of Cathy in his role of hospital chief of staffand as an eligible male toward a single female? Were there clues in his behavior that suggested where his loyalty lay? Is sexism the only reason Cathy was initially denied the privileges she requested?
9. What words would you use to describe your initial impression of Ella Mae Mercer? Did that impression change as the story unfolded? What factors were responsible for the way she behaved? With her checkered past, do her actions in the last chapter of the book redeem her? If not, what would be necessary to do so?
10. What do you think were the best and worst characteristics of Jane (Cathy's nurse), Dr. Josh Samuels, Dr.Ernest Gladstone, Glenna Dunn (ER nurse), Emma Gladstone, and Dr. Arthur Harshman? Do you share any of these characteristics with them? How would you change to correct any of the bad ones?
11. A number of people in Dainger seemed to have a reason to hurt Cathy. In which of these cases did the fault lie with Cathy? Did the fault lie with the people in some instances? Putting yourself in the same situation, what steps might you have taken to defuse the situation?
12. As the novel starts, Cathy is a frightened, unsure, lonely woman. By the end, she is confident, secure, and ready to accept the love being offered to her.What steps brought about this change? What do you think was the most important factor or person in this transformation? Did you learn anyt
hing from Cathy's journey? Will it make a difference in your life?
Bonus chapter from book two in
The Prescription for Trouble Series
Coming in September, 2010
Medical Error
1
Eric Hurley's last day alive began routinely enough.
He paused beside his brown van, shifted the bulky package, and turned in a tight circle to search for the right apartment.
Shouts filled the air. Firecrackers exploded all around him. A dozen red-hot pokers bored holes through his gut.
The package flew from his arms. He crumpled into a privet hedge at the edge of the sidewalk, clutching his midsection and recoiling when his fingers encountered something wet and slimy.
A wave of nausea swept over him. Cold sweat engulfed him.
Eric managed one strangled cry before everything faded to black.
Dr. Anna McIntyre bumped the swinging door with her hip and backed into Parkland Hospital's Operating Room Six, her dripping hands held in front of her, palms inward.
"Luc, tell me what you've got."
Chief surgical resident, Dr. Luc Nguyn, didn't look up from the rectangle of abdomen outlined by green draping sheets and illuminated by strong surgical lights.
"UPS driver, making a delivery in the projects. Got caught in the crossfire of a gang rumble. Took four bullets in the belly. Pretty shocky by the time he got here."
"Find the bleeding source?"
"Most of it was from the gastric artery. Just finished tying it off."
Anna took a sterile towel from the scrub nurse and began the ritual of gowning and gloving made automatic by countless repetitions.
"How about fluids and blood replacement?"
Luc held out his hand, and the nurse slapped a clamp into it.
"Lactated Ringer's, of course—still running wide open.We've already pushed one unit of unmatched O negative, and he's on his first unit of cross-matched blood. There's another one ready and four more holding in the blood bank."
"How's he responding?"
"BP still low but stable, pulse is slowing down. I think we've almost caught up with the blood loss."
Anna plunged her hands into thin surgical gloves. "Lab work?"
"Hematocrit was a little over ten on admission, but I don't think he'd had time to fully hemodilute. My guess is he was nine or less."
Anna turned slightly to allow the circulating nurse to tie her surgical gown. "Bowel perforations?"
"So far I see four holes in the small intestine, two in the colon."
"Okay, he'll need antibiotic coverage. Got that started?"
Luc shrugged. "Not yet. We don't know about drug allergies. His wallet had ID, but no medical information.Meanwhile, I've asked Medical Records to check his name in the hospital computer for previous visits."
"And if he's allergic—"
The nursing supervisor pushed through the swinging doors, already reading from the slip of paper in her hand.
"They found one prior visit for an Eric Hurley, same address and date of birth as on this man's driver's license.Seen in the ER two weeks ago for a venereal disease. No history of drug allergy. They gave him IM Omnilex. No problems."
The medical student who'd been assisting in the procedure moved two steps to his left. Anna took his place across the operating table from Luc.
Luc glanced toward the anesthesiologist. "Two grams of Omnilex IV please."
Anna followed Luc's gaze to the head of the table. She didn't recognize the doctor sitting there. "I don't believe I know you. I'm Dr. McIntyre."
The doctor kept his eyes on the syringe he was filling."Yes, ma'am. I'm JeffMurray, first- year anesthesia resident."
A first-year resident on his own? Where was the staff man?
"Keep a close eye on the blood and fluids. Let us know if there's a problem." Anna picked up a surgical sponge and blotted a bit of blood from the edge of the operative area."Okay, Luc. Let's see what you've got."
In the operating room, Anna was in her element. The green tile walls, the bright lights, the soft beep of the monitors and whoosh of the respirator, the squeak of rubber soles as the circulating nurse moved about the room—all these were as natural to her as water to a fish or air to a bird. The team worked smoothly under her direction. Conversation was kept to a minimum, something Anna appreciated. Do the job in the OR; talk in the surgeons' lounge.
"I think that's got it," Luc said.
"Let's check." Anna's fingertips explored the depths of the patient's belly with the delicate touch of a concert violinist.Her eyes roamed the operative field, missing nothing. Luc had done an excellent job. He'd do well in practice when he finished his training in three months."
Anna stepped away from the table. "I think you're through. Routine closure, leave a couple of drains in. Keep him on antibiotic coverage for the next few days."
Luc didn't need to hear that, but Anna figured the medical student did. She might as well earn her assistant professor's salary with a little low-key teaching.
She stripped offher gloves and tossed them in the waste bucket at the end of the operating table. "If you need me—"
"Luc, we've got a problem." A hint of panic rose in the anesthesiologist's voice. "Blood pressure's dropping. Pulse is rapid."
The scrub nurse held out fresh gloves, and Anna plunged her hands into them. "He must be bleeding again. Maybe one of the ligatures slipped off."
"No way," Luc said. "Everything was double-tied, with a stick-tie on the major vessels. You saw yourself, the wound was dry when we finished."
"Well, we've got to go back in and look." Anna turned to the anesthesiologist. "Run the IV wide open. Hang another unit of blood and send for at least two more. Keep him oxygenated.And get your staffman in here. Now!"
The first-year resident snapped out a couple of requests to the circulating nurse before turning back to Anna. "He's getting hard to ventilate. Do you think we might have overloaded him with fluid and blood? Could he be in pulmonary edema?"
"I want your staffdoctor in here now! Let him evaluate all that. We've got our hands full." Anna snatched a scalpel from the instrument tray and sliced through the half-dozen sutures Luc had just placed. "Deavor retractor." She shoved the curved arm of the instrument into the edge of the open wound and tapped the medical student's hand. "Hold this."
Anna grabbed a handful of gauze sponges, expecting a gusher of blood from the abdomen. There was none. No bleeding at all within the wound. So why was the blood pressure dropping?
"Pressure's down to almost nothing." The anesthesia resident's voice was strained. "And I'm really having trouble ventilating him."
Dr. Buddy Jenkins, one of the senior anesthesiologists, pushed through the swinging doors. "What's going on?"
Anna gave him the short version. "Blood pressure's dropping, pulse is climbing. We've gone back into the belly, but there's no bleeding. And there's a problem ventilating him."
Jenkins moved his resident aside, then slipped a stethoscope under the drapes and listened for a moment. "Wheezes. And no wonder. Look at his face."
Anna peeked over the screen that separated the patient's head and upper body from the operative field. Her heart seemed to skip a beat when she saw the swelling of the lips and the red blotches on the man's face.
"It's not blood loss," Jenkins said. "He's having an anaphylactic reaction. Most likely the blood. Did you give him an antibiotic? Any other meds?"
Anna's mind churned, flipping through mental index cards. Anaphylaxis—a massive allergic reaction, when airways closed offand the heart struggled to pump blood.Death could come quickly. Treatment had to be immediate and aggressive.
"He had two grams of Omnilex," Luc said. "But his old chart showed—"
Jenkins moved into action before Luc stopped speaking."I'll give him a cc. of diluted epinephrine by IV push now, then more in a drip." He turned to the anesthesia resident."Get that ready—one milligram of epinephrine in a hundred milliliters of saline."
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"Luc, you two close the abdominal wound," Anna said."I'm breaking scrub to help Dr. Jenkins."
Jenkins handed her a syringe. "Give him this Decadron—IV push. I need to adjust the ventilator."
Anna injected the contents into the patient's intravenous line. She said a quick prayer that the epinephrine and steroid would turn the tide, that they hadn't been too late in starting treatment.
The team battled for almost half an hour, at first gaining ground, then losing it steadily. Finally, Jenkins caught Anna's eye. They exchanged glances. There was no need for words.
She sighed and stepped away from the table. "I'm calling it." Her voice cracked. "Time of death is 11:07."
Luc let the instrument he'd been holding drop back onto the tray. Jenkins picked up the anesthesia record and began to scribble. Murray, the anesthesia resident, turned back to his supply table and started straightening the mess. The medical student looked at Anna. She nodded toward the door, and he slipped out of the room. She didn't blame him.This was probably the first patient he'd seen die.
Anna tossed her gloves and mask into the waste container.She shrugged, but the tension in her shoulders didn't go away.
"Any idea why this happened? The blood was supposed to be compatible. He'd tolerated Omnilex before. What else could have caused it?"
No one offered an answer. And she certainly had none.But she intended to find out.
The OR charge nurse directed Anna to the family room, where she found Hurley's mother huddled in a corner, twisting a handkerchief and occasionally dabbing at her eyes. The room was small and quiet, the lighting soft, and the chairs as comfortable as possible. A box of tissues sat on the table, along with a Bible and several inspirational magazines. Soft music playing in the background almost covered the hospital sounds drifting in from the nearby surgical suite.
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