I Call My New Lung Tina by Shirley Jewett

Author:Shirley Jewett [Jewett, Shirley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781412250733
Publisher: Trafford Publishing
Published: 2002-11-24T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

I Receive a

Second Chance

Like a klieg light from heaven, a ray of brilliant sunlight beamed down from above, illuminating and filling the room with its radiance. I stared at the sunbeam a while, and then I saw her.

Halo glowing in the sunshine, an angel moved light-footed from point to point without hesitation. A rustling sound emanated from her golden wings. She had white hands and curly brown hair framed her small round head. Dark eyes glanced my way.

“Hi there,” flowed from her mouthless face.

“How you doing, Mrs. Jewett?” she inquired and crossed the space between us.

She gently touched my face and swept a lock of hair from my forehead. I felt strangely comforted by her touch as though I needed the solace, but I didn’t know why.

“Any pain?” she asked. Feeling none, I rocked my head slowly side to side.

“That’s good.” she responded as I closed my eyes.

I could hear the alarm. Beep. Beep. Beep. I awoke.

The sunlight still flowed from the ceiling. The angel sat in a far corner of the room with her back to me. Pale hands moved swiftly over a computer keyboard. Suddenly, she stood and walked in my direction, stopping just to my right. Quietly removing an empty bag hanging from a stainless steel pole, she discarded it into a trash receptacle. Without glancing my way, she replaced it with a new full bag of clear solution, and reset the alarm before returning to the computer. I drifted off again.

“Time to wake up, Mrs. Jewett,” a faraway voice beckoned.

I opened my eyes and several golden paper-gowned angels surrounded me. They leaned close. Their strange halos glowed in the light. They seemed to know me. I felt as if they were pleased. Alabaster hands folded across their chests. None had mouths. How can they speak? I wondered and tried to ask.

“Don’t try to talk just yet. We took the tube out, but your throat will be sore for a while,” the tallest of them replied.

“You’re doing great, go on back to sleep,” he said. And I did.

The big hand was on the twelve and the little hand on the nine.

Without hesitation an angel, carrying a tray of supplies, passed under the clock, through the tapestry curtain. She deposited her load before she moved to my side.

“Nice to have you back, Mrs. Jewett,” she said. I tried unsuccessfully to touch her. “Sorry, they put restraints on everyone,” she explained.

Suspended and frozen in the air, I could not move any part of my body. The angel passed a warm cloth over my face and down my neck. Gently, she brushed my hair back.

“You have very beautiful blue eyes, almost turquoise. Very pretty,” she noted.

Just like my father I tried to say, but the words stuck in my throat. A guttural sound was all I could muster.

“How about a sip of water?” The angel asked.

As she leaned over me, I realized that she wore latex gloves; a blue paper mask covered her face. She must have a mouth underneath it, I reasoned.

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