We were out of the hospital, but our dealings with St. Joseph's was not
over. There was still the issue of the Ovarian Cist to deal with, and
Eve's gynecologist was also resident at St. Josephs. The surgery was set
for a month later, and Eve decided that this surgery would also be an
opportunity to get a tubal.
Although there had been some confusion earlier in our marriage, Eve and I
had decided that we would not likely be having any kids. Specifically,
Eve was dead-set against it, and I didn't care enough to contest it.
Reinforcing this decision was the possibility that Eve's pills may have
triggered the colon condition! And not having to take them anymore would
also reduce her risk of breast cancer.
At this point, we still didn't know for sure what caused Eve's problem.
Some of the laboratory tests wouldn't be back for a couple months, at
which point we had an appointment to see Doctor C again. One of
the possibilities was that it had been found that pregnancy pills
sometimes cause restricted blood-flow to the colon, which has been found
to cause Colitis in some older women.
And so we prepared to return to St Joseph's. My preparation included
asking my Insurance company whether leaving AMA (Against Medical Advice)
would stop them from paying my bills. It wouldn't. So now we knew we
could leave anytime without fear of the Insurance Company abandoning us.
This was important.
Eve, unfortunately, began smoking again. I can't blame her. Never
could, really. After returning from the hospital, she couldn't even
gather the will to read a book. She just sat in her papasan and stared
outside, or at a wall, and smoked, and daydreamed. I was worried, far
more worried than I had ever been before at seeing this. But Eve
reassured me constantly that she was enjoying herself. She loved to
daydream, and she told me of the storylines that she was putting together
in her head. When she told me these stories, my fears would lessen.
They were wonderfully detailed storylines of her, living in the far
future, immortal, alternate universe, infested with nanobots that repair
her every health problem. I am there too, by the way, but that gets