Chapter One
THE ROAD TO CHAOS
The sirens were blaring. Arianna Lawrence lay unconscious
in the ambulance. Her husband, Jack Lawrence, sat paralyzed watching the paramedics
work on her.
Just one week ago Arianna complained that between his long
hours and their sons’ behavioral problems at school, Joseph’s tutorial
schedule and meetings with his social worker, Arianna was completely exhausted.
She had no time to breathe and it was showing for a long time. It was Jack’s
rude awakening as to how much was too much for a single person to handle.
Arianna lay there lifeless, only time and God was to be on
her side now.
As the ambulance reached Park General Hospital, Arianna started
showing some form of consciousness. Before Jack could think Arianna was wheeled
into the emergency room. Her temperature was 94° Fahrenheit and her blood
pressure was 180 over 115. She was pale and her skin was clammy to the touch.
Her heart was pounding.
Jack watched in horror through the window in the emergency
room. Arianna was never sick-it was always either he or the children. Arianna
was his rock, his anchor in life. Jack’s thoughts were frightening: “What
if Arianna dies? How will I raise my children alone? Please God help.”
Two hours later Dr. Smith drew out of the room. His face appeared
positive. Jack rose from his chair, fear written on his face, his blue eyes
dazed. Dr. Smith laid his hand on Jack’s quivering shoulder.
“Arianna will be O.K. She’s highly exhausted and
needs plenty of rest.” Jack felt as though his legs would crumble.
“What the hell happened?” he said, while nervously
scratching his head.
“Jack, Arianna suffered from a mini stroke. She is going
to be here awhile. She needs plenty of rest.”
“You are kidding.”
Dr. Smith looked at Jack in anger. “Are you blind? Arianna
has been tired for a long time, but you and her family just cannot see it. According
to all of you Arianna’s not a person but a piece of machinery. Well the
machine broke down Jack. Now it’s time for all of you to take care of
her.”
“Doctor Smith can I please see her?”
Jack could not believe what he saw. Arianna was hooked up to
an I.V. and a blood pressure monitor. Her once strong face was now ashen. As
he kissed her cheek Arianna opened her tearful brown eyes.
The bright lights of this aesthetic room intimidated Arianna.
They were too much of a reminder of her mother’s death.
“Jack, how did I get here? Are the kids all right?”
Jack stroked Arianna’s brown hair.
“The kids are fine, they are with Brenda. You came here
in an ambulance. You had a bad headache and passed out. Joseph called me up
from the basement and I called 911. I am so sorry, I am so very sorry for not
seeing this. All I want you to do is get better.”
As Arianna looked at Jack’s frightened face all she could
think of was the past ten years. In and out of emergency rooms with Jack being
sick.
The nurse came to take some blood. The needle hurt. Tests more
tests, always afraid of getting sick herself. Funny as she felt the sheets under
her weak body she thought “Now the tides are turned.”
Doctor Avery Smith stood beside Arianna. Arianna looked into
his caring hazel eyes.
“What happened to me?”
“Arianna, fatigue and exhaustion took their toll.”
“Please Doc, was it a heart attack?”
“No dear, you had a mini stroke.”
Arianna put her face to her hand. It was the one with the intravenous
in it. She looked at her hand with tears in her eyes and softly said, “My
God, Help.”
Dr. Smith held the other hand, and in a reassuring voice said,
“He will and so will we.”
“Thanks Doc.”