Personal Experience Essay
Two Stolen Angels
I woke up around six am on the morning of November 14, 2001 exhausted from the night before. My grandmother had been taken in for emergency surgery and things didn’t go very well. During the surgery she began to bleed profusely and it took a little over three hours and three blood transfusions to get things under control. By the time I got home from the hospital it was right around midnight. We lived in a small mountain community in central California and the closest hospital was an hour away, and now I had to take my son back down the hill to the same hospital we were at the night before for some testing. Steven was three months old and suffering from severe acid reflux and the doctors were trying to decide if surgery was necessary. I was so tired and worried about both my seven-two year old grandmother and my three month old son. After getting myself and my two young sons ready, I drove across town, picked up my mother and we started the long drive down the hill. Once we reached the hospital we ran upstairs and checked on my grandmother, who was doing okay but was not out of the woods yet, and then back down stairs to meet with Steven’s doctor. Dr. Peggy Aten was one of the best pediatricians I had ever seen, and with Steven’s health problems and my older son’s chronic ear infections we had become very close friends. While waiting to be called back into the exam room my mother’s cell phone rang, She looked down at her caller ID and saw it was her cousin Marilyn Conway in Texas (we call her Mimi) so Mom stepped outside to take the call.
When Mom came back in she had a very strange look about her and I began to get concerned. I asked her what Mimi had to say and as she started talking my heart sunk. Mimi’s daughter Jennifer Blagg lived in Grand Junction Colorado with her husband of nearly ten years; Michael,...