1989. Daughter memories

It was a tragedy when Diana and Mansell’s seven-year-old daughter, Destiny, died. It had been a medical mistake. Destiny had gone in “for a little operation” and the surgeon had left a sponge inside her when he sewed up. Destiny died.

Diana and Mansell were, of course, heart-broken.

“We have to sue the doctor,” declared Mansell. “We have to sue the hospital. We have to sue the Health Board. We have to sue…”

“I think we should remember little Destiny and the happy times,” said Diana. “To sue would simply extend our grieving forever.”

”It’s not the money,” said Mansell. “It’s the principle. We don’t want this happening again.”

“I think we can rest assured that it won’t happen again, whether we sue or not,” said Diana. “I would prefer to remember Destiny the happy way she was.”

But Mansell went on and on. He wouldn’t let the topic drop. Whenever Destiny’s name was mentioned he went on about the irresponsibility of the doctors and the nurses and the hospitals.

It was impossible for Diana to ever share memories of their daughter with her husband without a diatribe. It lasted a lifetime.

24 thoughts on “1989. Daughter memories

                  1. Array

                    A distant relative of mine, who has a last name I can’t recall at the moment, is a congressman from Idaho. I don’t the guy myself, but my Uncle tells me he’s a decent enough fellow.

                    Like

                    Reply
  1. umashankar

    Diana was grievously mistaken in not supporting Mansell in suing the hospital. There comes a point when staying silent is equivalent to being a party to the crime. But then this is an opinion of a reader on what happens in a story, except that it’s uncomfortably close to reality. Medical profession has transmogrified into commerce for certain medical facilities and practitioners. As for memories, they can be sweet or they can be bitter, but there is no way not acting against a crime is going to attenuate the loss.

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

Let's brighten one another's lives with some original cliches.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s