The patient's granddaughter asked to speak with me in the hallway. “What are her chances, Doctor? Do you think she is going to make it?”

What could I say? I'd been seeing Kari's grandmother as a patient in the ER for a couple of years, and her chronic lung disease was not responding to her best efforts at getting better, which consisted of decreasing her cigarette consumption from four packs per day to only three. “Well, Kari, she's still smoking heavily. I think I will be able to help her pull through this episode, but her condition has worsened considerably in the past few months. Considering her present status and the fact that she won't stop smoking, I'm afraid that there is little more we can do for her.”

She appeared to be having some difficulty restraining her emotion. “She's going to die?”

“Yes, I'm afraid so.”

“When?”

“It's difficult to say. Perhaps in a few months. But if she were to develop some other complication, like pneumonia, then she could die at any time.”

Kari took a step forward and began hugging me. Just part of my job, I thought, consoling distraught relatives. Kari seemed to be in no great hurry to end the hug. After a few minutes I began to feel a bit uneasy after a couple of nurses had passed us—for the second time—in the hallway, and they'd given me a “you're still doing that?” sort of look. Then, without warning, Kari turned around and walked out of the ER, without bothering to say good-bye to her grandmother. Must be really upset, I supposed. I went back to work.

An hour or two later, Kari returned, looking better. Much better. Earlier, I hadn't given much thought to her appearance. She was cute but somewhat disheveled, and the frumpy clothes that she'd worn earlier did not do much to accentuate her looks. Exactly how one might expect someone to look when they were accompanying a critically ill relative to the hospital. But now—wow! Hair nicely curled, makeup on, contact lenses instead of glasses, a tight-fitting, short skirt that demonstrated her impressive body and luscious legs. Why the sudden change in her appearance, I wondered?

Without saying a word, she shoved a note into my hand. It seemed like the thing to do, so I read it.

I was touched by how sweet she was for writing this kind note, and obviously going out of her way to give it to me after her late-night makeover and the driving that necessitated. At the time, I did not notice that the note was written on hospital stationary. I was too discombobulated by this experience, which wasn't over yet. She took my hand and warmly said, “I will do anything for you.”

I looked up, and she was looking into my eyes. “Anything,” she stressed.

I didn't say a word, and for the life of me I cannot remember exactly how our conversation ended, although I do recall watching her walk away and being amazed by her body and how much of it was now showing. Not in a trashy sort of way, but to a degree that left me with an indelible impression that she was hot and wanted to demonstrate that to me. I am slow to decipher most clues that women send my way during those rare times when that happened, but even I read her message loud and clear.

Did I call her? I had her name, phone number, and a darned good excuse to call. Oh, I was tempted, but back then I had an unrealistically restrictive conception of what was ethically verboten in terms of interacting with relatives of patients. Furthermore, my testosterone level plummets at the beginning of every shift in the ER, and does not recover until a day after I have seen my last patient—or relative of a patient. As immiscible as oil in water. Thus, even though my brain recognized the GO signal, my body never got the message. This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity just seemed to deposit itself in a memory bank, and then I went on with my life fully cognizant of it but acting as if it had never happened. And you wonder why I am not married?

So I didn't call, then.

Having an opportunity like this: priceless. Passing it up: stupid.

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