Medical Tales

Alice Fielding, her face lined and anxious, rang her daughter, Mary.    Thanks to an earlier call, Mary already knew that her dad had collapse and been rushed to the hospital.    She had collected her little girl from the nursery and had been having their dinner when the call came through.   She promised to come as soon as she was able to arrange childcare and summon a taxi.   As suggested by the theatre orderly, Mrs Fielding then went to the canteen, ordered a drink and a biscuit and then, fearing the worst, settled down to wait in a quiet corner.    One hour passed, then a second.     Her daughter arrived, and still she waited, desperate for news.    Was the fact that the operation was taking so long a good sign or a bad one ?     Or had her husband already died, and they were afraid to come and tell her? Every time someone entered the canteen, or the telephone rang, her heart jumped, thinking there might be a message for her.   Another thirty minutes passed, and still no one had

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