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Show 384 Teresa, another nurse, is coming into the room. Perhaps it was she who bagged me. She is looking at me with raised eyebrows and a crooked smile, obviously happy to see me awake. "When I heard the code," she is saying, "my first thought was, 'No! We can't lose Suzanne!'" She is tearing tissues from the box on the counter and handing them to me. Tears are now falling freely from my eyes and into my ears. "You're OK now," Flo is saying, trying to reassure me. Teresa is smiling in agreement. It is true. I am not at all sure what will happen now. This graft is now useless, clotted off. But I am OK now. That is what is important. I really am OK now. |