Thirteen years: Admitted Again

AIDS was… an illness in stages, a very long flight of steps that led assuredly to death, but whose every step represented a unique apprenticeship. It was a disease that gave death time to live and its victims time to die, time to discover time, and in the end to discover life.

~ Hervé Guibert

Admitted Again

Continued from… Answers To Questions

While writing a letter to Isaac’s mother, Annie suddenly thought about the hospital bills Isaac had mentioned a while ago. She wrote him a quick e-mail to ask for an update on the situation.


Date: Tue, 6 Apr 1999 19:45:25

Hi there you,

Sorry I didn’t write yesterday. Please pray with me I’m not getting sick again. This afternoon I went to bed, shaking with fever. My legs hurt the way they did when I was there with you. I doctored myself, which is why I can now write to you. It all started with the food I had made two days ago. It was too fatty, and I had a slight pain in my stomach after I had it.

I’m taking it easy now, eating light meals and I stay away from fatty foods.

I went to that other colleague last night and actually enjoyed it.

You asked about the hospital bill. Kathy called the social workers and made an appointment. I went there this morning and the social worker will now write a report for the headquarters as well as the Dutch and South African embassies. She wants to see me again next week and then she will give me the report to read. I hope something works, as the bills are working on my nerves.

I also decided I’m going back to work on Monday. Half a day, nothing more. I will see how things work out. I don’t feel sick anymore. I’m still tired, but I just cannot stay at home like this. It can only work in my favor for when the time comes that I have to stop working. Years of service will be more, etc. etc.

I am stopping now. I was planning to write a longer message, but I don’t have the strength to go on. It is tiring to fight against the shivering like this. I can see how everything is starting all over again.

Lots of love,
Me
xxxxx


Only moments after she received his e-mail, Annie replied to Isaac. She asked him to fight, and she told him just as they did in the past, they are telepathically fighting with him – sending him their strength to use in his fight.

Three days later, they heard Isaac had been admitted to the hospital again. Despite all Isaac had arranged for people to keep Annie and Jacques updated when something happened to him, no one had informed them. Annie called Jeanne from her work after the weekend and she was informed about Isaac’s admittance to the hospital. Jeanne was, as always, willing to bring Isaac the faxes from the Netherlands.


Date: Sat, 10 Apr 1999 16:20:49

Hi there my dear friends,

I just came home from the hospital. Only for the weekend. Tomorrow evening, I have to be back. Doctor Bailey has transferred my files to Doctor Seymour. When I went to the hospital on Wednesday, I was running a fever of 39 degrees. I wanted to be discharged from the hospital yesterday, but Doctor Bailey said that I still had a fever.

Somewhere in my intestines, fluid is building up, for whatever reason. The fluid caused the infection. That is why I almost constantly feel the pain on my left side. The surgeons came to see me too and the one in charge yet again said it’s not necessary to operate. Apparently, the fluid cannot be extracted with a needle either, because other intestines are blocking the way. The only thing that could help is antibiotics. Doctor Bailey also said antibiotics would clear up the infection, but it will happen again.

On Monday, I will see what else they have to say.

When Doctor Bailey transferred my files to Doctor Seymour, she also informed the other doctors about my condition. Doctor Seymour stood next to me when doctor Bailey spoke about the pancreatitis I had in the Netherlands, and doctor Seymour whispered in my ear my civilian doctor was in the Netherlands for a congress at the time the Dream a Wish show was broadcasted. Apparently, he had seen it. Funny hey?

Don’t worry; I’m not concerned about the hospital bills anymore. I will just see what the result of the report of the social workers is.

I wanted to come home, because tomorrow I’m going out on a catamaran with Billy and Charlotte. Someone is going to dive for lobster and we are going to barbecue it on catamaran. I don’t want to miss it.

Many thanks for the fax you’ve sent. Jeanne brought it to me. Shame, she ran all over the place to find me something to read. I was not prepared to be admitted, so I had nothing with me.

I’m stopping now. Many thanks for your support. I really appreciate it.

Take care.
Lots and lots of love
Me


Annie was so happy to receive an e-mail from Isaac, she immediately grabbed the phone to call him. It was wonderful to hear his voice. When he expressed his concern, she assured him he would never drain them; that he could use as much of their strength as he needed.


Date: Sun, 11 Apr 1999 00:04:15

Annie, it was nice to hear your voice too, even though I had the feeling we both didn’t really know what to say. I don’t know if you felt the same, or if it was just me.

I thought about it, and I think I’m not going out on the catamaran tomorrow. It might just be the wrong thing to do such a thing. The doctor who signed my weekend pass also said, “I wouldn’t advise that”.

I know Billy is going to be disappointed, but eventually, he will understand. I will just have a calm day tomorrow. The doctor — a woman — made me a list of all the tablets I have to take and when I should take it. She said I should put my signature next to it when I have taken the tablets. I am good at following orders, so I religiously follow her list. It is time to take a handful of tablets now.

THANK YOU!!!

Lots of love,
Me
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx!!!


To be continued… In And Out Of Hospital

Note: This series is a rework of a self-published book (2009), rewritten for this blog, and in loving memory of a dear friend who suffered from and passed because of AIDS. Keep in mind this story happens in the late eighties and throughout the nineties. Names of characters have been changed to protect their privacy.

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