My younger sister Joy was fighting her final battle against cancer.
My
younger
sister
Joy
was
fighting
her
final
battle
against
cancer
.
I wanted Joy to go into a nursing home, but she didn't want to spend her final days there.
I
wanted
Joy
to
go
into
a
nursing
home
,
but
she
did
n't
want
to
spend
her
final
days
there
.
I couldn't be with her all the time, and she had no other family.
I
could
n't
be
with
her
all
the
time
,
and
she
had
no
other
family
.
God, who would watch over her Joy and I had come from a medical family.
God
,
who
would
watch
over
her
Joy
and
I
had
come
from
a
medical
family
.
Mom died when my sister was four.
Mom
died
when
my
sister
was
four
.
Dad was a small-town general doctor in Glenview.
Dad
was
a
small-town
general
doctor
in
Glenview
.
His concern for his patients was wholehearted.
His
concern
for
his
patients
was
wholehearted
.
Sometimes Joy and I had felt overlooked, expecting the attention he seemed to reserve for his patients.
Sometimes
Joy
and
I
had
felt
overlooked
,
expecting
the
attention
he
seemed
to
reserve
for
his
patients
.
But no matter how busy he'd been all week, Dad would stand on the stairs every Sunday morning, polishing his shoes for church.
But
no
matter
how
busy
he
'd
been
all
week
,
Dad
would
stand
on
the
stairs
every
Sunday
morning
,
polishing
his
shoes
for
church
.
I called Dr. Cogan, Joy's doctor, hoping she could persuade Joy to move into the nursing home.
I
called
Dr.
Cogan
,
Joy
's
doctor
,
hoping
she
could
persuade
Joy
to
move
into
the
nursing
home
.
"Your father also called," she said.
``
Your
father
also
called
,
''
she
said
.
The signal of her phone went off, and the doctor suddenly hung up before I could correct her.
The
signal
of
her
phone
went
off
,
and
the
doctor
suddenly
hung
up
before
I
could
correct
her
.
"He said he was Joy's father clearly," Dr Cohan insisted.
``
He
said
he
was
Joy
's
father
clearly
,
''
Dr
Cohan
insisted
.
"He talked about her case and understood all the medical details."
``
He
talked
about
her
case
and
understood
all
the
medical
details
.
''
Who could it be My dad died three years ago; it couldn't have been him.
Who
could
it
be
My
dad
died
three
years
ago
;
it
could
n't
have
been
him
.
Maybe it was one of the neighbors or my father's former patients, many of whom were grateful to my father.
Maybe
it
was
one
of
the
neighbors
or
my
father
's
former
patients
,
many
of
whom
were
grateful
to
my
father
.
Who could it be I wonder.
Who
could
it
be
I
wonder
.
My younger sister Joy was fighting her final battle against cancer. I wanted Joy to go into a nursing home, but she didn't want to spend her final days there. I couldn't be with her all the time, and she had no other family. God, who would watch over her Joy and I had come from a medical family. Mom died when my sister was four. Dad was a small-town general doctor in Glenview. His concern for his patients was wholehearted. Sometimes Joy and I had felt overlooked, expecting the attention he seemed to reserve for his patients. But no matter how busy he'd been all week, Dad would stand on the stairs every Sunday morning, polishing his shoes for church.  I called Dr. Cogan, Joy's doctor, hoping she could persuade Joy to move into the nursing home. "Your father also called," she said. The signal of her phone went off, and the doctor suddenly hung up before I could correct her.  "He said he was Joy's father clearly," Dr Cohan insisted. "He talked about her case and understood all the medical details."  Who could it be My dad died three years ago; it couldn't have been him. Maybe it was one of the neighbors or my father's former patients, many of whom were grateful to my father. Who could it be I wonder.