Dana's Valley Part 14

"Erin, how old are you, dear?"

"I'm fourteen."

"Listen carefully. Don't hang up the phone, but go to your parents and ask them if your sister is breathing okay. If she is, then have them check the skin around the break to see if the bone came through, and make sure they cover her so that she doesn't get chilled. Can you do all that?"

"Yes." I dropped the phone on the counter and charged back into Dana's rooms.

After repeating the instructions to Mom and Dad, I ran back and picked up the receiver. "She's breathing okay. She's been having trouble with a lung infection, but she's breathing pretty good right now. The skin isn't broken. But the arm . . . her arm is bent in the middle of the bone, and it's just hanging there."

"How is she handling the pain? Is she calm?" The voice remained so controlled it was eerie.

I struggled to speak without gasping. "I think so. But they can't get her to say anything. She's just staring now."DANA'S Valley * 229"Okay, Erin. She might be going into shock. Is she sitting down?"

"Yes. She's on the bathroom floor. Oh, please hurry."

"They're on the way. They've already left for your house. Listen. Make sure she's covered well. And if they can lay her down without moving the arm much, tell them to do it now."

I ran back and delivered the additional instructions. Daddy had already laid Dana back, and Mom ran to grab the comforter off Dana's bed. Dana's face was deathly white. I scurried back to the phone.

"She's lying down. But her face is white, and Daddy says her hands are cold." My throat was tightening, and I could feel sobs shaking my voice.

"Okay, you covered her well?"

"Yes. Yes!"

"Erin, dear. Listen. I need to ask you some more questions. Listen to me. Can you listen?"

"Yes." I looked toward Corey. He was crouched on the kitchen floor clutching Max.

"How old is your sister?"

I couldn't see why she needed to know that. Or the numerous other questions that followed, but I answered each as best I could. Then, at last, I heard the sound of a siren approaching.

"They're here!"

"Okay, honey. You hear them coming?"

"Yes! Yes. They're pulling into the driveway. I've got to go let them in." I didn't even stop to hear her answer. I dropped the phone and rushed to open the front door. "Through the kitchen-to the right-in the bathroom."

Max began barking. A fearsome, growling bark. I grabbed for her collar as three men hurried past us and230.into Dana's suite. The lights on the ambulance were still flashing. It made the living room pulse with a reddish glow. We could hear them questioning Dad; then two of them came back and headed out to their vehicle.

"Max! Hush."

Corey was crying, and the dog was still barking. I moved them both to the sofa and pulled them up beside me. "Hush!"

The two men came back, carrying a stretcher between them. In no time they had Dana strapped in and were speeding away from the house. Dad and Mom had gone upstairs to their room and were scrambling around. I could hear their footsteps and the sound of drawers opening and closing. They were dressing. They would be following Dana.

At last, Max fell silent.

Mom flew past. "Erin, can you watch Corey? We'll call as soon as we know anything."

"Okay."

Dad stopped to hug me-hard-and then hurried to follow Mom to the car. Corey and I were left alone, and neither of us wanted to go back upstairs. Not alone. Not after what had just happened. The house had a sinister silence.

Instead, we curled up on the couch together and turned on the television. Corey fell asleep quickly. I threw the afghan over him, then stared at the screen in silence.

At three o'clock in the morning we finally received a call from Mom and Dad. Dana had been going into shock, but the ambulance drivers had managed to get her through it. Mom and Dad were waiting for the doctor to arrive for further word. They would call again later.DANA'S Valley * 231I didn't wait for any more news. I dialed the number for my school and then my coach's extension number. I left a message on his answering machine. I wouldn't be on the bus that was to leave at 6:30 sharp. I wouldn't be able to make it to the tournament. Then I hung up the phone and cried until I fell asleep, lying on the floor beside Corey. The television was still droning on in the corner when I woke in the morning.

A while later Dad came home to gather a few clothes and to shower. I hadn't bothered to get Corey and myself dressed and off to school, but he didn't scold me for it. He just answered our questions and then headed back out, taking a change of clothes for Mom too. He had said that with the injury, Dana probably would be in the hospital for a lengthy stay.

I wondered, as the door closed behind him, if he would ever remember what the night's events had cost me. My team would play without me, and all the special memories that could have been mine were forever lost. The endless hours of babysitting and the late nights studying no longer mattered.

Corey was occupied with a video, so I knew he wouldn't notice me leaving the room. I went upstairs and dumped the contents of my purse on the dresser. The ten-dollar bill from Dad I had folded alone and placed at the bottom. It seemed to mock me as it lay on the top of the little stash. I grabbed it up and headed for Dad's office. I would return it. It was of no use to me now.

But as I drew near to his desk with tears of anger and disappointment spilling down my cheeks, my eyes fell on a framed picture placed beside his pencil holder. It showed me bundled in the warmth of a fur-trimmed parka, and my Daddy was holding me tightly in his arms232.as he prepared to give me a ride down the hillside on a sled.

Such love welled up within me, I couldn't hurt him. I just couldn't.

I wiped at my cheeks. My anger now turned into genuine sorrow. Not for me but for him. In my heart I hoped he'd never ever remember that this was to have been my tournament weekend.& & &.It was several weeks until Dana had begun to heal, and so she'd been transported to the cancer treatment center. Her progress reports had begun to sound very good, and Corey and I spoke often about what we'd do when Dana came home. We were surprised when Mom and Dad called us together again to explain Dana's prognosis. Even Brett was in on it. We learned that it was time for a bone-marrow transplant. Dana was showing signs of responding to the most recent treatments, and her body might be able to stand the stresses of the procedure. I cringed at the grizzly picture it brought to my mind.

I wondered if a bone-marrow transplant was similar to a heart transplant. But how could it be the same? Bone marrow, according to my biology cla.s.ses, was in the center of a body's bones. I tried to imagine how it could be cut out and replaced, but I couldn't bear to think it through. I could imagine no reasonable way of doing such a thing.

The next information in this discussion was that Dana would need a donor. This came as an even greater shock. Were the rest of us to be subjected to some type of surgery? And how could this donor afford to part with hisDANA'S Valley * 233bone marrow? Wasn't it fairly necessary for health?

Dad tried to explain, but his words were halting, and he failed to express himself in his usual clear, forthright manner. It must have been very difficult for him to tell three of his children that they might have to sacrifice from their own healthy bodies in order to save the life of a sibling. We each agreed to be tested to see if we could donate the marrow, but it was a very frightening commitment to make.

The medical tests we faced brought firsthand knowledge of Dana's world. It was scary to be the one to sit in a small waiting room and wonder what might happen once I was asked to step into the next room. I could see my hands trembling. I wondered if I might faint. Corey didn't look much better. I had rarely seen him sit so still.

Brett was called first. He rose stiffly and followed the nurse away. It seemed to be forever before they came back and asked for me. Brett hadn't returned. I guessed he had needed some time to recover. And I thought about Corey. How could anyone put him through all this? He was so very young.

When it was my turn, I cast a glance back at Mom and Dad and followed the white-clad attendant into an examination room. The room was bright with steel and white. I dutifully took a seat on the chair I'd been instructed to use. Soon there came a rap on the door and a nurse entered.

"I'm Carol," she said, smiling.

I tried to respond with a casual "h.e.l.lo," but the words caught in my throat. I wished I could have a drink.

"So you're Erin. It's nice to meet you. I just met your brother, and I understand there's one more to come."

I swallowed hard and hoped she didn't expect me to234.pick up my end of this conversation. I could see she was reaching toward a tray of shiny implements and sterile packages that sat on the counter beside her. I forced myself to look down at the floor.

"Okay, Erin. We're ready to start. If you can just relax. All we're going to do today is take a little blood. Do you want me to explain anything-answer any of your questions?"

I shook my head vigorously that I did not.

"Well, okay. Try to relax. This won't take long." I could see the nurse was preparing the needle. I felt queasy as she pushed it into my arm and drew it back so that my blood filled the little container she had attached. I thought of Corey going through the same thing, and I felt even sicker as the nurse reached for another cylinder to fill.

I was not a compatible donor. I couldn't help feeling a great relief when the results of the testing were phoned to our home. As Dad continued listening to the report, my next thought was for Corey. Surely he wouldn't be the one. But we soon could tell the tests had shown he also was not a good match for Dana.

My eyes turned to Brett, whose face had taken on an ashen color. Without Dad even saying it, I knew Brett was the only one of the three of us who was acceptably compatible. I held my breath and watched him rise from his chair in our living room. He moved to the window, his fists clenched tightly. I could tell that he was laboring over this news. How would he respond? For one moment I wasDANA'S VALLEY * 235.sure he would refuse. It seemed like forever before he turned to face us.

"When do we start?"

Mom had begun to cry. Dad moved toward Brett, hesitantly placing a hand on his shoulder. I watched to see how my brother would react. Brett turned toward Dad, his face contorting as he fought for control of his emotions. Then Dad drew him close, holding him tightly, and they both began to weep.

I didn't see anything else that happened. I just sat and cried.

The following morning Brett visited Dana in her room before she left for another trip to the center. She had requested that he come to her before they left. Brett had squared his shoulders before he went in. I could imagine what a difficult thing it was for him to face her. It had been quite some time since he'd seen Dana.

When he came back out, his head hung low and his eyes were red. I tried to guess what she had said to him. I was certain that a great deal of it must have been her attempts to thank him, but he had been with her for some time. She must have said a number of other things as well. But whatever it was, it seemed to have had an overwhelming effect on Brett.

Corey and I stood with Max at the window and watched them all leave. Then they disappeared down the driveway, and I was left alone. It was some time before I could rouse myself. I felt listless and ashamed. I had hoped that it wouldn't be me, and I had gotten my wish. It was an empty feeling to know I had not even wanted to help my sister in the only way that any of us could.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

MORE THAN EVER it seemed that all the conversations in our house were concerning Dana's illness, the treatments she'd had or was due to have, and plans for her upcoming marrow transplant. Mom was in Dana's room constantly, checking her temp, giving her medicine, making sure she was drinking enough, and on and on.

There wasn't such a thing as family mealtime anymore. We heated soup, popped something in the microwave, or Dad picked up something at a fast-food place on his way home from work. Then we ate whenever we could fit it in, often one at a time. We didn't even bother to set the table anymore.

Corey didn't seem to be suffering as far as growth was concerned. Every now and then, I looked at him and realized with a bit of sadness that he was no longer my baby brother. It almost seemed that I was losing him too. I never had time to really enjoy him anymore, mostly just making sure he was dressed properly and fed and fairly clean.

There was constant contact with the center. Either Dad was on the phone with some doctor or Mom was receiving238.new instructions from a nurse. I hardly ever had a chance to even call Marcy. But then, I had rather grown away from Marcy anyway. She didn't play basketball, and I no longer went to the youth group regularly. I still saw Graham quite often, but I tried to avoid all discussion of Dana's illness with him. It was easier than trying to carefully say things so I wasn't expressing something I didn't really feel or believe. Still, my conscience suffered sometimes at the deceitful impression that was left by what I didn't say.

Dana was taken in for some more tests and a.n.a.lysis. Mom looked a little brighter when they returned home. The report was that unless something happened to set her back, they could go ahead with the transplant. We were all anxious for this procedure to actually take place-all, maybe, except Brett. I wondered if he was dreading it as much as I would be. It was scary to think of doctors invading your body, removing something vital for life and health.

The date was set, and Grandma promised that she'd come to be with us. And then, as usual it seemed, Dana messed it up again.

I guess it wasn't Dana's fault. She didn't get sick on purpose or anything, but all of a sudden her temperature shot way up and she began to shake and cough and nearly choked. When she started to turn blue, Mom screamed for Dad. It was utter chaos. The ambulance was called again. They took her to the city hospital after they attached her to tubes and oxygen and all that. I didn't hang around to watch. It was too dreadful and frightening. I was sure she was going to die before they even got her to the hospital. I think Mom thought so too. Even with allDANA'S VALLEY 239.Dana had already been through, I had never seen her so frantic.

This time Dana spent almost two weeks in the hospital, too sick for them to even dare try to transport her to the cancer treatment center. Every time the phone rang, we expected it to be bad news. Mom stayed right at the hospital, and Dad might as well have. He was scarcely ever at home. So Corey and I were pretty much on our own. I had to miss a few school activities. Corey needed someone to be there for him. It was okay when we were both at school. But he couldn't be alone once the school day was finished-he wasn't even nine yet.

Brett was dropping in fairly often. He didn't really say so, but I think he was a bit worried about us. Just brought things to eat and checked out things like Corey's Cub Scout schedule and the like.

Finally Mom came home, more to make sure we were okay and to catch her breath than anything. She looked hollow eyed and bone weary. I had never seen her look so tired.

"I think she's going to make it," she informed us quietly, sitting at the kitchen table resting her head against her hand. "She is gradually getting back some strength again."

And Dana did. But it was a long, difficult haul. And then the doctors had to increase or change her medication or something in order to try to build her up again for the transplant procedure. She was back and forth to the treatment center, and I wondered if Brett appreciated the delay. I guessed he was rather anxious to get it over with so he could stop dreading the unknowns of the whole thing.

Finally a new date was set. I knew that Mom and Dad240.were praying fervently that nothing would happen to postpone the operation again. I would have been too, had I still been praying. And I guess I would have been praying -if I had really believed that prayer did any good.

Corey made up for it. It was really strange, but I was glad. I guess, way down deep inside, I still had the impression that prayer did make a difference, because even in my cynicism I made sure Corey said his prayers each night. And I listened carefully to make sure he covered everything concerning Dana. I thought if G.o.d could hear and He cared to answer, it just might be that He would listen to Corey.

I suppose I was sort of waiting to see what disaster would strike to prevent the treatment. But none did. Dana was not at all well, but she was no worse than she had been for weeks. The doctors said to bring her in. So Mom and Dad phoned Brett to be at the house by ten the next morning and packed up the car.& & %.Grandma was away on a cruise with Mr. Paulsen when the date for Dana's treatment was finalized. So Dad had to quickly arrange for someone else to stay with us. The woman who was coming was from some home-care facility. I was really nervous about it. We didn't even know her.

I had looked in on Dana that morning before leaving for school. She was pale and still struggling to breathe properly, but she looked as if she was sleeping. Knowing how little sleep she actually got, I didn't waken her. I felt a knot in my stomach as I turned to go. I wasn't sure I'dDANA S Valley 241ever see Dana again. She was so desperately sick. If only she could get the treatment she needed-then she'd have a chance to get well again.

I was awfully tempted to pray. I needed something. Someone. I felt so all alone and helpless. But I swallowed the lump in my throat and went down to see if Corey was ready for the school bus.

We had to leave for school before the new "sitter" arrived, and I knew Mom wouldn't have much time to acquaint her with the house and fall her in on what was expected. I supposed there'd be much I would need to explain later.

I hated coming home that night. I think if Brett had still been in his little apartment, I would have taken Corey by the hand and gone there. But Brett wasn't there. He was at the cancer center too. Fleetingly I wondered if people who were giving their bone marrow ever died doing it. Then I pushed the thought aside. I wouldn't even let myself think about that.

When the bus brought us home at the end of the school day, I grabbed my own backpack of books with one hand and Corey's with the other and headed for the exit. Corey was still trying to finish a story he'd been telling his friend Blake. I guess it was about Max. He tried to hang back even as I pushed him forward. "And she did,"

he called back. "She dug a hole and put it right down in*, " it.

I knew the bus driver didn't like dawdlers, so I tried to hurry Corey along. He was still walking backward, yelling back to Blake. "Next time I'm gonna give her my old fuzzy slippers to bury. I want new ones. Leather. Like Brett's."

I wasn't looking forward to arriving home. I had no242.idea who it would be who'd welcome us. Was she strict or lenient? Sweet or sour? She could be anything.

"Erin," asked Corey, "who's the lady who'll take care of us? Is she nice?"

"She'll be nice," I muttered to try to ease Corey's mind. I figured she wouldn't be able to keep the kind of job she had if she wasn't at least decent.

"Why didn't Grandma come?"

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"With Grandpa?"

Corey was the only one who could manage calling Grandma's second husband "Grandpa."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Why? Because they needed a little vacation."

"Why didn't they go on vacation after Dana got better?"

"Corey, I've already explained. This is the third time they've scheduled this vacation. Dana's treatment dates keep being changed."

"Will they change them again?"

"No ... I don't think so. They're at the center now. This time it should work out okay."

"Good," said Corey, "'cause I asked G.o.d to make her better-really fast. I don't like it when she's so sick."

I didn't like it either . . . but I didn't say so.