Jon flew to Sheridan that morning, but before he left, he begged me to be careful. To keep my eyes, and ears open to everything around me. My heart was racing, beating from the deepest part of my stomach. Screaming at me, "Don't let Jon go to Sheridan!" "Jon", I pleaded, I don't want you to go!"

"Lynn, I can't let this go, especially now!" I was tearing up, shaking, "Jon please let it go, I'm so afraid!"

"Lynn" he answered, "I love you, but I have to know why Kelli died, I need to know what happened!"

Suddenly, I remembered where I was at the moment, and someone may be listening to this conversation. But I couldn't let Jon go without telling him how I felt. "Jon, I love you, and I don't want to lose you!"

I hadn't seen Paul standing against the wall looking at me. I turned with tears blurring my vision, just as Paul slid down the wall slowly.

The kids, and I followed the ambulance to the hospital. Paul was in a coma by the time the paramedics arrived. I registered Paul, and the kids were sent to a waiting room. By the time I had finished they had Paul in intensive care. A Dr. Alan Morris came into the waiting room, reached out his hand to

Dr. Morris was asking me if I was okay... gently tapping my cheek. "Yes... yes, I guess so, it was just such a shock!" Completely understandable Mrs. Allen. The nurse was taking my blood pressure by then, and David had brought me a glass of water. Dr. Morris started to talk again, "We think we got all the tumor, so that is good news, he will of course go through chemo as soon as he is able, should be about two weeks or so, but once we get him well." "As long as we get him well, and he does the chemo, I thoroughly expect a full recovery, but as with any surgery, the next 24 to 48 hours should tell us the story." Again he asked if we had any questions. And he again said he felt very optimistic, and confident they got the entire tumor, and that Paul was a strong man, so he expected a full recovery. Then he added, "Well if you need to reach me, just call my office, I'll get back to you." Then he said we could go in see Paul, as soon as he was brought back to his room.

Twenty minutes later, the orderly took him down for surgery.

I no more hung up with Jon, and the phone rang, it was the hospital.. Dr. Morris was calling to tell us Paul was in recovery, and he wanted to talk to me. He was waiting when we arrived. Taking my hand again, leading me to a chair. "Mrs. Allen, the surgery went pretty well, the tumor was small, but it was however malignant." My heart felt like it had just stopped! I could hear in the distance what seem to be sirens... screaming, whining...saying "no...no...no!" I was in a fog... felt like I was falling into a well... then I realized the noise wasn't a siren at all, it was my children screaming, crying, along with my slow howling... like a wild animal in a trap. I could see David, and Jennifer's faces over me... I could see Dr. Morris, a nurse, and felt my slow slide to the floor, then the cold compresses on my head, and neck.

While the kids changed their clothes, I called Jon. I was dying to know, anything. Jon answered after three rings, "Hello?" he sounded nervous.

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