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Chapter 42.
As the pressure in the chamber started to rise, and oxygen
flowed, I thought of how Mother might be inching, millimetre by
millimetre towards a normal way of life. Mind you, aged ninety, she
would have to get a move on. Then I dwelt upon Claire and John, she
was already rebuilding her life and he was at college. Only Zena was
missing, but not from my thoughts. Funny how huge a difference just
one letter makes, like in Zena or Lena, and love or rove.
`Hour's up,' a voice announced and the chamber door swung
open, time for refreshments. Mine was a coffee, which I was
sipping, whilst completing a quarterly progress report a young man
strode into the centre, disgustingly fit, bursting with joie de
vivre. He thrust out an arm in my direction, `I've never thanked
you for the letter you wrote to me a couple of months ago,' he
started vigorously shaking my hand.
`Letter?' I had never seen him before.
`Yes, you know, that one you sent me the day after telling my
wife and myself about your polyunsaturated fats and organic foods
and exercise and...'
Good gracious. It was him. The young man I had told about diet
on the day when he wandered, lost, into our Centre, following his
wife after being diagnosed.
`Thank you, thank you. I had to say thank you,' he kept shaking
my hand whilst it was still attached to my arm. Then he stood up to
leave, `Thank you again.'
`If he can do it, so can I,' I thought, looking south towards
where the eleven o'clock sun would hang tomorrow, over Tuscany, and
where tonight's smoky summer moon was rising.
Read the following chapters that tell of how Martin "cured" his M.S. and climbed mountains by the following year.
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