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Devil’s Waltz. By: Jonathan Kellerman

“Sure.”

“Really?”

“Sure, Steph. Why not?”

“I don’t know. The position’s kind of. . . inherently

authoritarian.”

“To some extent,” I said. “But I’d imagine the position can adapt to

different styles of leadership.”

“Well,” she said, “I’m not sure I’d make a good leader. I don’t really

like telling people what to do. . . . Anyway, enough about that. I’m

getting off track. There were two more passing-out episodes before I

brought up the psych thing again.

“Two more,” I said, looking at my notes. “I’ve got a total of five.”

“Correct.”

“How old’s the baby by now?”

“Just under a year. And a hospital veteran. Two more admits, negative

for everything. At that point I sat mom down and strongly recommended

a psych consult. To which she reacted with. . . here let me give you

the exact quote.”

She opened the chart and read softly:” I know that makes sense, Dr.

Eves, but I just knoii’ Cassie’s sick. If you’d only seen her-lying

there, cyanotic.” End of quote.”

“She phrased it that way? Cyanotic’?”

“Yup. She has a medical background. Studied to be a respiratory

tech.”

And both her kids stop breathing. Interesting.”

“Yes.” Hard smile. At the time I didn’t realize how interesting. I

was still caught up in the puzzle-trying to arrive at a diagnosis,

worrying when the next crisis was going to be and if I’d be able to do

anything about it. To my surprise it didn’t happen for awhile.”

She looked at the chart again. A month passes, two, three, still no

sign of them. I’m happy the baby’s okay but I’m also starting to

wonder if maybe they’ve just found themselves another doc. So I called

the home, talked to mom. Everything’s fine. Then I realized that in

the heat of everything, the baby had never had her one-year exam. I

schedule it, find everything intact, with the exception that she’s a

little slow vocally and verbally.”

“How slow?”

“No retardation or anything like that. She just made very few

sounds-in fact I didn’t hear anything from her at all, and mom said she

was pretty quiet at home, too. I tried to do a Bailey test, but

couldn’t because the baby wouldn’t cooperate. My guesstimate was about

a two-month lag, but you know at that age it doesn’t take much to tip

the scales, and given all the stress the poor thing’s been through, no

big deal. But brilliant me. Bringing up language development got mom

worried about that. So I sent them over to ENT and Speech and Hearing,

who found her ears and laryngeal structure one hundred percent normal

and concurred with my assessment: possible mild delay in reaction to

medical trauma. I gave the mom suggestions about stimulating speech

and didn’t hear from them for another two months.”

“Baby’s fourteen months old,” I said, writing.

And back in the E.R four days later. But not with breathing probs.

This time she’s spiking a temp a hundred and five. Flushed and dry,

and breathing fast. To be honest, Alex, I was almost happy to see the

fever-at least I had something organic to work with. Then the white

count came back normal, nothing viral or bacterial. So I ran a

toxicology. Clean. Still, lab tests aren’t perfect-even our error

rates are running ten to twenty percent. And that spike was real-I

took the temp myself. We bathed her and Tylenoled her down to a

hundred and two, admitted her with a fever-of-unknown-origin diagnosis,

pushed fluids, put her through some real hell: spinal tap to rule out

meningitis, even though her ears were clear and her neck was supple,

because for all we knew she had one heck of a headache she couldn’t

tell us about. Plus twice-daily bloodwork-she went bananas, had to be

held down. Even with that, she managed to dislodge the needle a couple

of times.”

She exhaled and pushed the grapefruit farther away. Her forehead had

moistened. Swabbing it with a napkin, she said, “First time I’ve told

it like this from the beginning.”

“You haven’t had any case conferences?”

“No, we don’t do much of that anymore. Rita’s basically useless.”

I said, “How did the mother react to all the procedures?”

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