Dr. Emma Shields had to help him. Mark Williams had come to the gifted physician to heal his sick little girl. But Emma had suffered her own loss...
Driven by the death of her son, Emma was determined to make Mark's daughter well. The devoted single father had come to her in his time of need and she couldn't let him down. Nor could she forget what they'd once shared... Now they faced new challenges. Together could they create a new place of faith, hope and love?
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November 30, 2007
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Excerpt from The Healing Place by Leigh Bale
She couldn't face going home tonight. Dr. Emma Shields scribbled notes on the last patient's case file before she set it on top of the stack to be sorted by her office staff. She peered at the brass clock on the wall and blinked. Was it really that late? No wonder she was bleary-eyed. She sighed and returned her attention to her work. Anything to delay going to her lonely apartment.
A short knock sounded on the open door.
"Come in," she called without looking up.
"You plan on staying here all night?"
Emma lifted her head. As she removed her reading glasses and dangled them from her fingers, she sat back in her comfy executive chair.
Too comfy. She stifled a yawn.
Sonja, her head nurse, stood in the doorway, prim and proper in her whites with red stars stamped on her smock. Sonja smoothed her graying hair and showed a crinkly smile.
"Nope, I'm about finished," Emma replied. "What's keeping you here so late?"
"I got those pathology reports you requested from Dr. Tanner and sorted them for tomorrow. You've already got your messages, so I think I'll call it a night."
"Good night." Emma reached for another pile of paperwork stacked neatly on her desk.
Tidy and in control. That's what her receptionist called her. Emma couldn't help that she liked order. She'd had enough chaos in her life to last an eternity.
Sonja turned to leave, but paused. "Oh, before I forget, Mr. Williams called again."
"Mr. Williams?" Emma shook her groggy head.
"He has the little girl with a brain tumor. He's called twice this week. He's asked if we'll work with his doctors at the University of California Hospital in San Francisco, to administer her chemotherapy protocol."
"And did you tell him we deal only in adult oncology?"
"Yes, but he says you're the doctor most highly recommended by Dr. Meacham, his neurosurgeon."
An impatient huff escaped Emma's lips. "The next time I see Larry at a medical convention, I'll have to remind him I don't take pediatric cases anymore."
Not since I lost Brian.
Sonja didn't budge and Emma found it difficult to hide her irritation. "Where's the tumor located?"
"It's on the hypothalamus."
Not good. The hypothalamus was a pea-size gland that told the pituitary gland what to do.
Emma didn't really need to ask. She'd seen it before in adult patients, time and time again, but this was an innocent child. God could be so unfair.