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picture you being a father to a cute little boy you can play baseball with and do guy things with. And as brilliant as you are, those genes just can’t go to waste. Surely you got your brain from my side of the family.” She laughed out loud for a few seconds. “Anyway, you’d make a great dad.”
I followed her laugh with a chuckle. “Yes, I got my smarts from you. But, you know it’s not like I need to carry on the Worthy name. Lord knows there are enough Worthy males on this planet.”
“I won’t argue with you on that one. All I’m saying is, you’ve got that big old house in Hollywood Hills, you make all that money, you have two fancy cars, you’ve achieved all that success, and there’s no one to share it with. Don’t end up finding out that it’s a lonely way to live. You need love in your heart too. That’s what you need, Makkai.”
I stood up and took off my suit jacket. “I’ve got enough love for you to last my entire lifetime and yours, Mom.”
“Well, that’s sweet. I’m talking about a woman of your own.”
“Anyway, I’ll pick you up this weekend so you can get a dress to wear. Is Mr. Cotton going?”
She snapped her tongue like she was from the hood. “Why do you call him Mr. Cotton? His name is Al.”
“Is he coming?”
“He’ll be in Charlotte that weekend, seeing about a car he wants to buy.”
“Good.”
“Makkai, stop. I’d say ‘Mr. Cotton’ has been in your life long enough for you two to bond, even a little.”
“Mom, don’t get me started. That man is living in that house I bought you without even showing enough motivation to repair a leaky faucet. And the next time he doesn’t go with you to get the results of a biopsy, I’m going to corner him and give him a piece of my mind. He’s hardly a father figure to me.”
“I’m not with him so he can be a father for you. I’m with him for me, to be my mate and my companion. And besides, I told him he didn’t have to go with me to that appointment. I wanted to be alone”
“That’s not something a wife should be able to keep you from going to, whether she wants to be alone or not.”
“What would you know about what a wife needs?”
“Oh, low blow, Mom. But, I’m just saying.”
“I hear you, Makkai. I was just kidding. But, you know that the one thing that comforts me is just knowing you’re there for me.”
“Always, Mom.” I turned off the light to my office.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, Mom. I’ll check on you later.”
“And I’ll be glad to meet whoever you end up choosing. I’ll see you this weekend. I should be back from church at around eleven.”
My girl.
Chapter 12
E arly in the morning, I headed down the hall to scrub for an eight-o’clock open-heart surgery on a middle-aged female with a ruptured aorta.
I walked into the overly bright operating room once I got all gloved and masked for surgery. The patient’s body was cooled, and the perfusion technologist placed her on a cardiopulmonary bypass machine, which does the same job the heart would do, but allows us to operate on a heart that is still, as opposed to one that is beating and moving. Modern technology gives us more time to do what we need to do. But, the hours do fly by.
As I made the lengthy and deep incision, I was suddenly amazed at how routine surgery had become. As much as I remained focused and deliberate, I was still able to perform yet think. Think about my life, and my family, and my future. Here I was, using my talent and education to repair damage to an organ. A vital, major organ that served as the most important, central focal point in the body, aside from the brain, yet and still,each needed the other in life-sustaining ways in order to function. Kind of like a man and a woman, I suppose. This patient had high blood pressure, and the years of strain on the heart muscle had enlarged her heart to double the size with so much pressure that the aorta had swollen, and the damage needed to be
I followed her laugh with a chuckle. “Yes, I got my smarts from you. But, you know it’s not like I need to carry on the Worthy name. Lord knows there are enough Worthy males on this planet.”
“I won’t argue with you on that one. All I’m saying is, you’ve got that big old house in Hollywood Hills, you make all that money, you have two fancy cars, you’ve achieved all that success, and there’s no one to share it with. Don’t end up finding out that it’s a lonely way to live. You need love in your heart too. That’s what you need, Makkai.”
I stood up and took off my suit jacket. “I’ve got enough love for you to last my entire lifetime and yours, Mom.”
“Well, that’s sweet. I’m talking about a woman of your own.”
“Anyway, I’ll pick you up this weekend so you can get a dress to wear. Is Mr. Cotton going?”
She snapped her tongue like she was from the hood. “Why do you call him Mr. Cotton? His name is Al.”
“Is he coming?”
“He’ll be in Charlotte that weekend, seeing about a car he wants to buy.”
“Good.”
“Makkai, stop. I’d say ‘Mr. Cotton’ has been in your life long enough for you two to bond, even a little.”
“Mom, don’t get me started. That man is living in that house I bought you without even showing enough motivation to repair a leaky faucet. And the next time he doesn’t go with you to get the results of a biopsy, I’m going to corner him and give him a piece of my mind. He’s hardly a father figure to me.”
“I’m not with him so he can be a father for you. I’m with him for me, to be my mate and my companion. And besides, I told him he didn’t have to go with me to that appointment. I wanted to be alone”
“That’s not something a wife should be able to keep you from going to, whether she wants to be alone or not.”
“What would you know about what a wife needs?”
“Oh, low blow, Mom. But, I’m just saying.”
“I hear you, Makkai. I was just kidding. But, you know that the one thing that comforts me is just knowing you’re there for me.”
“Always, Mom.” I turned off the light to my office.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, Mom. I’ll check on you later.”
“And I’ll be glad to meet whoever you end up choosing. I’ll see you this weekend. I should be back from church at around eleven.”
My girl.
Chapter 12
E arly in the morning, I headed down the hall to scrub for an eight-o’clock open-heart surgery on a middle-aged female with a ruptured aorta.
I walked into the overly bright operating room once I got all gloved and masked for surgery. The patient’s body was cooled, and the perfusion technologist placed her on a cardiopulmonary bypass machine, which does the same job the heart would do, but allows us to operate on a heart that is still, as opposed to one that is beating and moving. Modern technology gives us more time to do what we need to do. But, the hours do fly by.
As I made the lengthy and deep incision, I was suddenly amazed at how routine surgery had become. As much as I remained focused and deliberate, I was still able to perform yet think. Think about my life, and my family, and my future. Here I was, using my talent and education to repair damage to an organ. A vital, major organ that served as the most important, central focal point in the body, aside from the brain, yet and still,each needed the other in life-sustaining ways in order to function. Kind of like a man and a woman, I suppose. This patient had high blood pressure, and the years of strain on the heart muscle had enlarged her heart to double the size with so much pressure that the aorta had swollen, and the damage needed to be
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