Tempo:
was the reason for the sudden trip to Europe. He definitely wasn't going to
miss his last chance! And he did not
The need to talk with Doctor Gordon seemed urgent. In all of our conversations, I
had never mentioned my "wild talent" or what I had been going through. I
think I was afraid he would have thrown back his head and laughed, then
sent me to his psychiatrist son.
Now it was different. He was racing something where perhaps I could help
him for a change. I did not know how what I had gone through could help, but I
had a deep conviction that it would.
I tried again and again to see Doctor Gordon, but only his wife was permitted in
his room. I finally asked Mrs. Gordon to help me get in to see him. She
explained that the doctor was in such pain that he was kept under deep
sedation most of the time. Thus he was very rarely lucid and conscious.
Usually he recognized her early in the morning, but even this did not happen
every day. I told her that I had something important to tell him. I did not
elaborate. Even in her sorrow, she seemed to recognize that I intended to
bring a message beyond that of a comforting friend. The intuitive woman
found a solution.
"Why do not you write him a letter,' she suggested. "I will take it to him."
I said I was afraid he would not be able to read it.
"If you write it," she said, "I will read it to him, when he's conscious enough to
understand it."
And so that was what we did. She read it again and again to Doctor Gordon
whenever he was conscious. She told me later that these repeated readings
were at his request, not at her suggestion. Was there something in the letter
he wanted to place firmly in his mind?
When I heard this, I felt a great sense of regret. Perhaps he would not have
leaned back and laughed, after all. We might have shared much more if I had
only gathered the courage to discuss my "activities" with him. Here are
pertinent excerpts of the letter to Doctor Gordon:
". . . and you remember all the tests and examinations you gave me because
you knew I was worried about something. Well, that was when it started. Now
as long as you are in the hospital for a while, you might just try it and find out
for yourself. That way, you do not have to take my word for it. It will give you
something to do while you recuperate.
miss his last chance! And he did not
The need to talk with Doctor Gordon seemed urgent. In all of our conversations, I
had never mentioned my "wild talent" or what I had been going through. I
think I was afraid he would have thrown back his head and laughed, then
sent me to his psychiatrist son.
Now it was different. He was racing something where perhaps I could help
him for a change. I did not know how what I had gone through could help, but I
had a deep conviction that it would.
I tried again and again to see Doctor Gordon, but only his wife was permitted in
his room. I finally asked Mrs. Gordon to help me get in to see him. She
explained that the doctor was in such pain that he was kept under deep
sedation most of the time. Thus he was very rarely lucid and conscious.
Usually he recognized her early in the morning, but even this did not happen
every day. I told her that I had something important to tell him. I did not
elaborate. Even in her sorrow, she seemed to recognize that I intended to
bring a message beyond that of a comforting friend. The intuitive woman
found a solution.
"Why do not you write him a letter,' she suggested. "I will take it to him."
I said I was afraid he would not be able to read it.
"If you write it," she said, "I will read it to him, when he's conscious enough to
understand it."
And so that was what we did. She read it again and again to Doctor Gordon
whenever he was conscious. She told me later that these repeated readings
were at his request, not at her suggestion. Was there something in the letter
he wanted to place firmly in his mind?
When I heard this, I felt a great sense of regret. Perhaps he would not have
leaned back and laughed, after all. We might have shared much more if I had
only gathered the courage to discuss my "activities" with him. Here are
pertinent excerpts of the letter to Doctor Gordon:
". . . and you remember all the tests and examinations you gave me because
you knew I was worried about something. Well, that was when it started. Now
as long as you are in the hospital for a while, you might just try it and find out
for yourself. That way, you do not have to take my word for it. It will give you
something to do while you recuperate.
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