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Author and publisher of this blog</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maryshistoricalfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maryshistoricalfiction.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/HistoricalFiction" /><feedburner:info uri="historicalfiction" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04BRno7eyp7ImA9WxBWEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247087653807233699.post-7797649386435991716</id><published>2010-02-01T19:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:19:17.403-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-01T19:19:17.403-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chapter 5" /><title>Chapter 5 has finally arrived!!!</title><content type="html">As Lena lay in the hospital room, questions swarmed through her head.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Will I be okay? Is my family ok? What was the bad news that the cop was about to tell me....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A nurse walked in, and began to talk to her about her health. Had she ever fainted before? Any allergies? Medications? How had her health been the past few years? Then, she took some more blood from Lena, and left the room to get the results. &lt;br /&gt;
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Soon, the doctor returned, bearing bad news. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;"I don't know how to break this to you, but..." the doctor began.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It's okay, I am well enough to hear this, and I need to know." replied Lena.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Alright, you have leukemia. &amp;nbsp;It is not&amp;nbsp;necessarily malignant, however, we will need to perform surgery with the hope to cure it. &amp;nbsp;Leukemia&amp;nbsp;is a cancer&amp;nbsp;of the blood&amp;nbsp;or bone marrow&amp;nbsp;and is characterized by an abnormal proliferation (production by multiplication) of blood&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cell_(biology)" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial;" title="Cell (biology)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ells, usually white blood cells&amp;nbsp;(leukocytes).****&amp;nbsp;I am seriously hoping that it is not malignant, but we shall know soon."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Thank you for telling me, doctor," began Lena, "this is definitely a shock to me. Have you told my family? Please tell them as gently as you can, and make sure you tell them it is not known to be malignant. &amp;nbsp;My mother would be terrified for me."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I will break it as gently as possible. &amp;nbsp;I am so sorry."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then, the doctor left to tell her family while Lena weeped quietly, shocked at her newfound condition.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Julie waited anxiously with her mother and her father who had just arrived. Then she noticed the doctor walking toward her with a depressed look on his face and her heart thudded in her chest. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please, don't make the news be bad...I don't think I could handle it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;However, poor Julie's plea was not answered. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I am afraid that I must bring bad news with me. &amp;nbsp;May I speak to Mrs. Hillgard, Lena's mother, alone? I don't want to upset anyone else." the doctor said.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"No, that is not possible. &amp;nbsp;I'm sorry but we would like to hear the news as a family." Jane &amp;nbsp;Hillgard replied.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Alright. Lena has leukemia. &amp;nbsp;Leukemia&amp;nbsp;is a cancer&amp;nbsp;of the blood&amp;nbsp;or bone marrow&amp;nbsp;and is characterized by an abnormal proliferation (production by multiplication) of blood&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cell_(biology)" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial;" title="Cell (biology)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ells, usually white blood cells&amp;nbsp;(leukocytes).****. &amp;nbsp;We have no proof that it is malignant and I will do my best to kill it off before it truly affects her. &amp;nbsp;Fortunately, we caught it at an early stage and I believe that we will be able to conquer it."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Oh no! Please don't let this be true!" Jane cried, tears pouring down her cheeks. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;She quickly exited the room, sobbing Julie following in her footsteps. &amp;nbsp;Mr. Edward Hillgard remained, comforting himself instead of others...&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh my word, why did this happen to me?! Can you hear me?" Lena lay passed out on the floor of the house, not responding to any noise or action.  The policeman took out his cell phone,&lt;br /&gt;"This is an emergency, please send an ambulance over right away. Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;He paced around the room as he waited. Finally he heard a quiet,&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?" asked the girl feebly.&lt;br /&gt;He quickly turned around to find the girl trying to sit up, looking as pale as a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;"You passed out cold. I think we might want to wait to talk about this topic. I don't know if you can handle it right now. When will your mother be back?" asked the policeman.&lt;br /&gt;"Pretty soo-(cough cough)-n. I'm o.k." answered the girl.&lt;br /&gt;"Good. We'll wait for the ambulance - I called one - and your mother before I say anything about the news. I hope it's not as bad as you think." replied the policeman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;At the hospital, Lena was surrounded with nurses taking her blood pressure and so much more. Lena was very anxious to find out what was going on. She must have been under a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot &lt;/span&gt;of stress to pass out like that. As far as she could remember, she had never passed out before in her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Hurry up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;she thought as the nurses and doctors hurried around.&lt;br /&gt;"Can anyone come in yet?" Lena asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid not...you can't have company for another half hour at least. Don't worry, everyone has been informed that you are alright." answered a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK, I want to know whats going on. Has anything happened to anyone related to me? And, what happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Julie waited anxiously for any nurses or doctors to come out and tell her family and she what was going on.  She looked around and found everyone around her who knew Lena to be just as anxious. 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She was lying in bed, waiting for sleep to come when she heard a noise from the living room.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, it must be Dad. &lt;/span&gt;She checked the clock, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12:06 am! Oh yeah, a "little" later than usual. He is unbelievable, I bet he'll be gone before any of us are awake tomorrow too. Probably won't even see him. &lt;/span&gt;Julie tossed and turned for another 20 minutes before sleep finally came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lena woke up to her Dad listening to the radio, the newest update on the war.  She strained to hear, "Newest update: found 3 bodies, trying to identify. One has a note in his pocket from New York saying, 'We love you, and wish you didn't have to leave us! We wish you the best, please come home safe.' If you have any information on the body of this man, please call..." Lena quickly turned over and blocked her ears with her hands.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't take it, all these men dying and I don't see the necessity! Why is this happening? &lt;/span&gt;she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Julie, Lena and Mom had breakfast at about nine o'clock.  Dad had left before anyone was awake of course, about 5:30 am. The phone rang as Julie was washing the dishes.  Mom quickly answered it,&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, is this Jane?" asked a voice,&lt;br /&gt;"Yes it is." Mom replied,&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Jane, this is Marianne Gilford. I was wondering if you could stop by maybe with a snack and we could talk.  I'm lonely here and need someone to talk to.  Are you too busy?" asked Mrs. Gilford,&lt;br /&gt;"No, not at all. I'd be glad to come down.  Let me just finish the dishes and I'll be right over. How does chicken soup sound? Let me just whip some up and I'll be right there." replied Mom,&lt;br /&gt;"That would be great. Thank you so much, I really appreciate, it's very kind of you to drop everything to come down. But please take your time. Are you sure it's not too much trouble?" queried Mrs. Gilford,&lt;br /&gt;"Not at all, I'll be right there&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Goodbye, Marianne." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;"Julie, I need you to get out the ingredients for Chicken and Rice soup.  Also, could you run to store and grab a few things? The list is on the counter.  Lena, I need you to clean the house for me. I won't have much time to do anything today." said Mom.&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, Mom" replied both the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Let's see, where is the bread section. Hmmm...here it is, I need white bread and nutty oat bread. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Julie said to herself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check, I got it all. Good! And it's only quarter past twelve.&lt;/span&gt; She quickly paid for her things and hopped into the car, shoving the groceries in with her.  She sped off, checking the gas as she went. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better stop to get some gas, less than a quarter of a tank. &lt;/span&gt;She pulled over at the nearest station. Sh filled up her tank and ran inside to pay. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, that is just too tempting &lt;/span&gt;she thought as she spied the candy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, maybe just one...no, I can't waste money like that. I already spent a lot at the supermarket. &lt;/span&gt;She whipped her head around and paid for just her gas and walked out of the station not even glancing back at the candy.  She hopped into the car and sped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     I think I'll start with a mop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lena thought as she surveyed the dirtiness of the house. She ran off to the closet and pulled out a rather beat-up old mop. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess this will have to do, as old as it is. I'll soak it in extra soap. &lt;/span&gt;The mop worked just as well as it did when she had bought it months ago. Then she dusted the house carefully, making sure to move everything. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom always notices if I forget to move anything. Got to be extra careful. &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly someone knocked at the door. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder who that could be? Julie has a key but maybe she forgot it...hmmm. I guess I should just check. &lt;/span&gt;She opened the door to find a police-man. "Is this the Hillgards place?" he asked, "Yes it is." Lena replied, "I'm afraid I have some bad news for you, young lady." he said.  And the world began to spin around Lena, and then all went black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247087653807233699-8933194423547050230?l=maryshistoricalfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We need to leave for the Hospital!". "Coming!" replied her sister, Lena, as she raced down the stairs.  Lena grabbed her coat, rushing out the door to the lovely tune of car honks.  Julie impatiently  waited for Lena to get herself settled into the car, then stepped on the gas, going well over the speed limit.  The girls were helping their mother, Jane, care for wounded soldiers during the war.&lt;br /&gt;  "Finally you're here," said their mother, "but you're rather late. I was hoping you'd make it in time to help with breakfast for the soldiers, but breakfast is well over by now.  Oh well, at least you got here. Go help Nurse Geraldine change the bandages, Lena.  And, Julie, help Nurse Joyce with changing the sheets on the beds." "Yes, Mom." both girls replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     Julie was very happy that Mom had let her change the sheets  as she had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; weak stomach and would often faint at the sight of blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Nurse Joyce was also a very pleasant middle-aged woman to chat with.  They snatched the linens from all the unoccupied beds and carried them to the laundry room.&lt;br /&gt;  "How have you been, Julie?" Nurse Joyce asked.&lt;br /&gt;  "Very well, thanks. And you? replied Julie.&lt;br /&gt;  "Well, as well as can be expected in the middle of this war.  I can't get over how many men come in every day with wounds!  It's terrible.  Anyway, it certainly keeps us all busy." said Nurse Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;  "I'm always glad to do whatever I can to help our country get through this awful time.  Everything and everyone is so gloomy these days, I just can't take it any more!  These poor men getting killed all over the world.  It's bad enough when it's a conflict between only two countries but when it's between the whole world,  it's so much worse." said Julie.&lt;br /&gt;  "I heartily agree." replied Nurse Joyce, "But I suppose we better stop chatting now and get these sheets washed!  Then we can take this pile of clean linens and put them on the beds.  Let's get moving!"&lt;br /&gt;  The two did "get moving" and cleaned the sheets and in no time at all, the linens had all been changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     Lena went off to find Nurse Geraldine, happy that she did not have to do the laundry.  As nice as Sister Joyce was, laundry was not her favorite thing.  She felt much more helpful with the bandages.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sister Geraldine was very nice but not very talkative.  She loyally did all her work, without talking except when necessary.  Lena, normally quite chatty, had to quiet herself down when she was around Sister Geraldine so as not to distract or disturb her from her work.  Lena sat and followed Sister Geraldine's orders such as handing her bandages, tools, and any other items she might need.&lt;br /&gt;  Although she was not able to talk throughout her task, Lena enjoyed Sister Geraldine's company very much.  She was very pleasant woman in her mid sixties.  Sister Geraldine also enjoyed Lena's company though she did not often show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay tuned for Chapter 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247087653807233699-4049983623045058425?l=maryshistoricalfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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