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respond to Andrea?”
    What followed was an outpouring of love and understanding for Andrea. She was a thoughtful mother. She was a beautiful girl. She was understanding. She was sensitive. She was smart. And most of all, through it all, between the lines, everything said conveyed the feeling that she was loved.
    “Well this is a god damned love fest isn’t it?” Jim startled us. “Hey it is cool. I can go with the flow. I have to admit that I want to just sit d own here with you all and cry.” And he did.
    We all did.
    “Cindi, I am very sorry.” Andrea managed to get the words out as she fought back the tears. “I know that you have gone through a lot. Please forgive me. I still can’t accept this thing but I know that you are a caring and thoughtful person. And I am so sorry that I called you the devil.” And then she broke into uncontrollable sobbing.
    The moderator looked around the group and feeling strong emotions herself proclaimed. “Look, let’s convene this meeting early today. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” She stood up and as she turned to the door , I could see her wipe her left eye and then quickly her right e ye as she quickly strode to her office.

Rise from the fall, part 5
    Nurse big brother approached me as I left group. “Dr. Wynn would like to talk to you,” she said. She showed me to his room where he sat seated behind his desk.
    He offered me a seat and the nurse retreated, closing the door behind her. Dr. Wynn stood up and walked around the front of his desk and sat down in a chair opposite. He had a file in his hand which he opened up and then briefly scanned the contents. “I’ve already read the reports and notes from the staff Cindi,” he started. “It looks like you have my staff earning their salaries. You’ve certainly sparked some change around here and I must say that it is refreshing,” he concluded.
    “I know”, I responded “We’ve had drama, comedy, and all sorts of things. And there has been no shortage of interesting things to talk about. I’ve noticed the nurse taking copious notes,” I said.
    “That is for sure,” he grinned . “We had to get her a new pen!” he said with an infectious smile .
    “I have a number of phone messages here. There must be ten or twelve. Do you want to see them?” he asked.
    “No thanks, I really can’t deal with them right now.” I responded.
    “Your mother has called me personally and has demanded that she see you. So has your ex-wife,” he said.
    “Well, legally she is still my wife,” I responded. “There is a waiting period before it is final,” I added.
    “Okay, you just let us know when you want to have these,” he said.
    “Alright,” I acknowledged.
    “I have asked your parents to come in for a counseling session” Dr. Wynn advised. “I’ve told them that this is part of the process and that they must come. Your mother is very upset. I know that she thought that we were going to fix you up and send you home. T hat we will do. But the results will not be what she expected. F or that, I feel obligated to help them understand. They are suffering too Cindi. They are essentially lamenting the loss or death of their son,” he said.
    “I know,” I answered. “This thing is crippling my family from every side and it is killing me,” I added.
    “Look Cindi, this is a serious problem and you are doing everything you can to resolve it. You are following the standards of care the medical establishment has put forth. You have tried to work with your family the best you can. Y ou have committed to support your children. Cindi, is there anything more that you could possibly do to make this any better?” He asked.
    “I just don’t know doctor. If there is, I’d like to know what it might be,” I answered.
    “I know it is difficult ,” he said. My job is to try to help them understand. Your job is to stay here and be comfortable. You continue to stir things up in there,” he said.
    “I don’t know