Jen stood in line at a local coffee shop, staring up at the menu board, trying to figure out what she wants.  There were too many options and the choice was far more difficult than it needed to be.  She's craving sweet, but half the things on the menu can be made sweet just by dumping sugar in them.

Jen actually made it out of bed today, but she's still under the weather, so she only made it as far as the couch in the living room.  She's curled up with the phone, doing as she was told.  Dialing Davis' number, she stretches out on the couch and waits.

It's after dinner and Jenny is back in bed, but she's not buried under a mound of blankets and she's actually awake, sitting up.  She's got Alex's baby name book on the bed in front of her, her legs folded, and she flips though the pages slowly.  Alex is elsewhere in the house, possibly going over stuff for the pool he wants to have put in.  Jen ( Read more... )

Jen is tucked into her bed, buried under all the blankets in the house.  After her trip to the beach that morning, she's been freezing ever since.  She's probably running a fever again, but she's waiting for the Tylenol to take it down.  The blankets are an extra comfort, too.  She clutches Eeyore to her chest as she picks up the phone.  She doesn' ( Read more... )

She needed to escape the confines of four walls.  She needed to be vertical and to stretch her legs.  She's still really sick and she just lets her legs carry her without though.  She's wearing too much clothing for the warm island weather--long, knit pants that ripple in the breeze and a wool sweater that she has pulled closed over her middle.   ( Read more... )

3:30am.  Jen doesn't know or care what time it is.  She's finally stopped crying long enough to see straight and to dial the phone.  She's comletely alone at the sprawling estate in southeastern Maryland.  She came out here last time she needed to be invisible.  Today, she just needed to leave.  Alex knows where she is and if he doesn't hear from ( Read more... )

Jen feels like she fell into some kind of alternate universe for a couple weeks.  She's entirely aware of everything she did since Daniel's sleepover, but at the same time, she feels like she wasn't present for anything.  For whatever reason, she hasn't met with Dr. Davis recently, either.  The only thing she is sure of is she needs to go buy new ( Read more... )

Sorry, husband, apparently, you didn't make the cut.

It's not terribly late when Jen calls and it isn't really a crisis call like last time, but she does need guidance.  Now that a decision has been made definite, she's not sure what to do or where to go.  She can hear Alex watching a movie as she retreats upstairs with a mug of ginger tea.  The bedroom is a quiet space where she can make her phone ( Read more... )

A voicemail left for Jen on Sunday morning:

Hi Jenny, it's Dr. Markham.  I was thinking about your ALS diagnoses and our conversation from last week.  It stuck with me and after doing a little bit of digging in my dusty medical texts, I decided I disagree with the diagnosis.  I'd like for you to meet with a colleague of mine as soon as possible ( Read more... )