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Show 146 There is a sudden current in the room from all the exhaled sighs of relief within it and we all begin to laugh out loud at what some might consider to be "bad news." The children are scurrying around the room, helping to gather my things onto the bed, clutching their Easter baskets in their hands and their memories of this day in their hearts. I will be home, I am telling them, as soon as the pump is pushing the proper dosage. Maybe within the week. We all leave this room together, Jerri pushing my bed. The children and Hy pause at the doorway to get one last glimpse into luxury at a hospital and I turn in the bed to look at them. My Very Important People. It is then that I notice the bronze plaque next to the door, indicating the room's acronymic status, naming its benefactor. We are marching down the hallway to my new and plain room and I am happy we know that our innate and very eternal V.I.P. status is not dependent upon a sign outside a fancy room, telling us it is so. |
