A Meeting Of Hearts

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“Maybe I can convince her to get on the list for donors. After today she might consider the operation. I’ll drive to the hospital now.”

After a few wrongs turns through the hospital corridors, Rosy came to the correct room. Hilde was hooked up to so many monitors that Rosy thought it amazing that the nurses could tell what they were supposed to do.

“Once I have stabilized I can go home,” Hilde whispered trying to smile.

Here goes, thought Rosy. “You know that you need a new heart to survive, Hilde. At least get yourself on the list for a donor.”

“That means someone has to die so I can live,” Hilde said.

“I know how you feel. But that’s not your fault,” Rosy kept at it. “Your family needs you. I’ll help all I can, I promise.”

Hilde turned her face away. “Let me think about it.”

Rosy squeezed her hand and left. “Please God, you led me to her, now let her make the right decision,” she prayed on her way home.

Two days later Hilde phoned from home. “Can you come over, Rosy? I want to talk to you.”

When Rosy arrived, Hilde clasped her coffee mug in both hands and said, “I have something to ask you. I decided to listen to your advice, get a heart when one is available. My worry is – well, if I don’t make it through the operation, will you help Julie and Mat, give them a hand in growing up? I don’t know whom else to ask.” Hilde’s eyes filled with tears.

Rosy put her arms around her friend. “I’ll tell you what, old school buddy,” she tried a small joke. “Medicine has advanced a great deal. You’ll make it. And rest assured, I’ll help with the kids. This is why I found you.”

Hilde’s smile came back. “This is a real meeting of hearts: first Julie and Allen, now you and me and maybe a new heart. Triple heart, sounds like a game.” She wiped her eyes. “I’m lucky to live in these times. At least I have a chance – and you.”

They talked until noon. On her way home Rosy felt light and happy. Yes, Hilde would have to face some rough times. She was glad she had not wasted any time in finding her. Coincidence? She shook her head. “Thanks to whoever brought us together,” she mumbled. “Please, help her to have courage and strength.”

 

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I was born in Germany, immigrated to Canada in 1954 and married, three children (girl, boy, girl). Played piano for ballet studios, taught as well, three granddaughters. Have been writing forever: short stories, poems and my book # 6 just got accepted. My acting came as a bit of fun.
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