<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chloe Dawson<br/>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… smile at Kimmie … yes, I knew Isis had visited her but not what she said to Kimmie … her sense to me were to abide and be at peace … to not rush time …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Me as well. What did she say to you? Let’s have breakfast with Tangie and Huguette and then we can go see your surgeons. Dress comfortably and loose. You’ll have gauze and bandages down there for a few days and a bag to drain pee into. No catheter, thank goodness. Those are plain weird!” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I stand and dress in my typical day wear except clean and not yesterday’s jeans … concession to sterile …<br/><br/>… we have breakfast and Huguette wishes Kimmie well and Tangie is coming along to assist the surgery team … learning Swedish and surgical technique with full intention of becoming licensed to do what she was trained to do back home in Boston … and reconciled to being in Sweden … not an easy feat … Huguette is looking at me … and when I open to her she shows me the beginnings of the shield around us … will be enough to protect Kimmie today … and that is enough for me …<br/><br/>… after breakfast, a new driver is ready to take us to the hospital and labs … the ride is only a few blocks but we must go past the place where Ulla and I plunged into the canal and orange temporary barriers replace the masonry we plunged though glare at me accusingly … I point them out ot Kimmie …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “We’ll put a memorial there for her, for Ulla. A bench or something, not one of those silly roadside things like they do back in the states.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… at the surgical wing, we go inside and get Kimmie checked in … she goes in back with the nurses to be prepped … I go to the scrub room where I go through the rituals the surgeons are going through so I’m as sterile … and when the nurse signals, I join Kimmie in the prep room .... sit on a stool and take her hand that doesn’t have the IV set …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I’ll be with you through the whole thing Kimmie. And if you want to try, we’ll do a nerve block instead of anesthesia. You and I will be conscious and I’ll set the blocks in your nerves if you’ll let me. But you have to allow me to do that. The surgeons and nurses are all sisters, so we’re all cool with whatever choice you make. Nerve blocks lower the slight risk from general anesthesia. You won’t feel a thing either way but you will be awake and as drowsy as you choose if I set the nerve blocks.”</span></span><br/>