Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jamieson Finn
“You paged me?” I asked Grace as I walked down to the ER.
“I just got a call from a man named Damien Prescott out of New York. It seems he tried to make an appointment with you, but your secretary couldn’t accommodate him.”
“So, he called you? That takes a lot of nerve.”
“Not really. He’s desperate, Jamieson. His girlfriend has an inoperable brain tumor in her brainstem, and her symptoms are worsening.
Apparently, she’s been to several specialists, and they won’t touch it.
So they put her on some medication to control it and buy her some more time.
He said she has a blog and asked if we could check it out. ”
I sighed as I looked at my watch. “I have a craniotomy in fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen minutes should be enough time.” She smiled.
“Fine. Let’s go up to my office.”
I sat behind my desk and typed in the web address in the address bar, pulling up London’s blog.
“Oh my gosh, she’s beautiful,” Grace spoke. “Look at how happy and full of life she is. You’d never know this girl has a brain tumor.”
“No, you wouldn’t.”
I scrolled down, reading her posts and looking at her pictures.
“Dr. Finn, your patient is prepped for his craniotomy,” Linda spoke as she poked her head through the door.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can. I’m in the middle of something.”
“Oh my God, Jamieson. She wrote a letter to her tumor,” Grace spoke.
We both sat there and read it, and when I glanced over at Grace, I saw tears streaming down her face.
“You have to see her,” she spoke. “This isn’t an option, Jamieson.”
“I know,” I spoke as I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. “Did Mr. Prescott give you his number?”
“Yes. It’s right here.” She handed me a piece of paper.
I picked up my phone and dialed the number.
“Hello.”
“Mr. Prescott, this is Dr. Jamieson Finn.”
“Dr. Finn. Thank you so much for calling me back.”
“No problem. My wife and I just looked at London’s blog. Grace mentioned you were in Paris.”
“Yes. We are. But it’s wearing her down and fast.”
“She also mentioned she had a seizure in her sleep last night. Has she had any other seizures prior?”
“She had one the other night at a club. The doctor at the ER said he suspects her meds are no longer working.”
“Can you get her here tomorrow? I’ll be at the hospital all day. I will warn you that I might be in surgery or something, so you may have to wait.”
“That’s fine. We can catch a flight out this afternoon.”
“Okay. I’ll see you both tomorrow. I will try to do whatever I can, but I can’t make any promises.”
“I understand, Dr. Finn. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome. Have a safe flight.”
“You’re my hero.” Grace smiled as she kissed my cheek.
“I don’t know if this woman can be saved, Grace. She might be in for another disappointment, and I hate doing that.”
“I know. But you also love challenges. This may be your biggest one yet.” She smiled.