Missing Pieces of My Forever-Heart by Janet Grosshandler Page B
Authors: Janet Grosshandler
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realized that I hadn’t eaten anything last night. I ordered a big breakfast because if I were going to nurse Jame back to health, I’d need my strength.
Jame woke up late in the afternoon and was more coherent. Doctor Hadler had come in for a post-surgery check. He said the biopsy would take a few days and all Jame needed to concentrate on was getting better.
“Hey, sleepy head,” I leaned over him and gave him a kiss. His one good arm came around me, but the other one was in a sling so as not to disturb the surgery site.
“Hey, my love. Are you still here? You should go home and sleep. What is it, midnight? This isn’t much fun. Ow, I think I need some more pain meds.”
“Actually it’s about four in the afternoon and I will go home tonight and get some sleep. Doctor Hadler was here checking you.”
“It’s only four? He was? Jeez, I’ve lost track of time and I don’t remember seeing him at all.”
“Well you’ve been pretty knocked out, you know. The pills are strong.”
“Maybe I won’t take any more then. I’ll get better faster.”
“Don’t try to be the invincible man, Jame. Take your meds. They’ll ease the pain.”
“Did I tell you I saw Michael? He was walking towards me and he had a winter coat on and it was snowing. What do you think that means?”
I think it means you’re a friggin psychic! But I didn’t say that out loud.
“I think you were dreaming under anesthesia, Jame.” I held on to the news that Jack gave me. He needed his rest and was in no condition to weigh out our choices. I hated not telling him and promised myself I would do it soon.
I vowed to do whatever I could to reunite Jame and our son because I loved them both forever and ever.
Chapter 31
The next day they had Jame sitting up and walking around. Painfully, but he took it on like the athlete he is. One lap around the floor the first hour. Two laps around the floor the second hour. Three laps…until I told him to go sit down. He was pushing himself too hard.
“Cath, give me my cell phone, will you? I want to make a few calls.”
Oh great, he’ll see all the messages from Jack. Oh well, now or never.
“Jame, before I do that, I have something to tell you. It’s good news. Jack called before you got out of surgery. He traced Michael to Boston. He found him, Jame. He found him!”
“Holy shit! Are you kidding me? God bless Jack Masterson. Boston? What else did he say? Man, we have to get up there.”
“Right now you’re not going anywhere. He said Michael lives and works up there.”
But Jame was grabbing his phone and redialing. He got through to Jack right away.
They had a long conversation of which I only heard one side- a lot of Jame saying, “No shit! Really? What?” and smiling like he won a championship. His enthusiasm was contagious.
After he hung up, it was my turn to ask, “What did he say? Tell me right now!”
“Come here, Cath. I want you right here.” I went to sit in the chair next to his bed but Jame grabbed my arm and pulled me down on the bed next to him. He grunted as he slid back making room for me. He leaned his forehead against mine and grinned.
“We found our son, Cath. Our son. He’s so close!” We hugged and kissed. What a long journey we’ve been on together. Is something good finally going to come out of all that had happened?
“Michael went to Boston College on a volleyball scholarship and played there for four years. Jack’s trying to get videos of his games so we can see him. He did an internship at one of the corporations in Boston and they hired him right out of college. He still works there.”
Jame gave me another kiss. “Jack wants us to decide our next step. Since it was a closed adoption, by law we can’t just walk up to him and say hi, we’re your parents.
Jame woke up late in the afternoon and was more coherent. Doctor Hadler had come in for a post-surgery check. He said the biopsy would take a few days and all Jame needed to concentrate on was getting better.
“Hey, sleepy head,” I leaned over him and gave him a kiss. His one good arm came around me, but the other one was in a sling so as not to disturb the surgery site.
“Hey, my love. Are you still here? You should go home and sleep. What is it, midnight? This isn’t much fun. Ow, I think I need some more pain meds.”
“Actually it’s about four in the afternoon and I will go home tonight and get some sleep. Doctor Hadler was here checking you.”
“It’s only four? He was? Jeez, I’ve lost track of time and I don’t remember seeing him at all.”
“Well you’ve been pretty knocked out, you know. The pills are strong.”
“Maybe I won’t take any more then. I’ll get better faster.”
“Don’t try to be the invincible man, Jame. Take your meds. They’ll ease the pain.”
“Did I tell you I saw Michael? He was walking towards me and he had a winter coat on and it was snowing. What do you think that means?”
I think it means you’re a friggin psychic! But I didn’t say that out loud.
“I think you were dreaming under anesthesia, Jame.” I held on to the news that Jack gave me. He needed his rest and was in no condition to weigh out our choices. I hated not telling him and promised myself I would do it soon.
I vowed to do whatever I could to reunite Jame and our son because I loved them both forever and ever.
Chapter 31
The next day they had Jame sitting up and walking around. Painfully, but he took it on like the athlete he is. One lap around the floor the first hour. Two laps around the floor the second hour. Three laps…until I told him to go sit down. He was pushing himself too hard.
“Cath, give me my cell phone, will you? I want to make a few calls.”
Oh great, he’ll see all the messages from Jack. Oh well, now or never.
“Jame, before I do that, I have something to tell you. It’s good news. Jack called before you got out of surgery. He traced Michael to Boston. He found him, Jame. He found him!”
“Holy shit! Are you kidding me? God bless Jack Masterson. Boston? What else did he say? Man, we have to get up there.”
“Right now you’re not going anywhere. He said Michael lives and works up there.”
But Jame was grabbing his phone and redialing. He got through to Jack right away.
They had a long conversation of which I only heard one side- a lot of Jame saying, “No shit! Really? What?” and smiling like he won a championship. His enthusiasm was contagious.
After he hung up, it was my turn to ask, “What did he say? Tell me right now!”
“Come here, Cath. I want you right here.” I went to sit in the chair next to his bed but Jame grabbed my arm and pulled me down on the bed next to him. He grunted as he slid back making room for me. He leaned his forehead against mine and grinned.
“We found our son, Cath. Our son. He’s so close!” We hugged and kissed. What a long journey we’ve been on together. Is something good finally going to come out of all that had happened?
“Michael went to Boston College on a volleyball scholarship and played there for four years. Jack’s trying to get videos of his games so we can see him. He did an internship at one of the corporations in Boston and they hired him right out of college. He still works there.”
Jame gave me another kiss. “Jack wants us to decide our next step. Since it was a closed adoption, by law we can’t just walk up to him and say hi, we’re your parents.
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