Bob Murphy sat in the waiting room in the R.P.M. Cancer Clinic and watched the young mother and her son. It tugged at Bob's heart to see the 6 or 7 year old boy looking at a fishing magazine and excitedly point out different pictures to his mother. The thing that tore at his heart was the frailness of the child and the totally bald head. The boy looked up at him and smiled, then pointed at him, "Look Mommy, he is just like me." The beautiful mother tried to apologize for her son but Bob held up his hand and stopped her.
"Why, yes son, we look just like twins." He grinned and continued. "I am Bob. What is your name, young man?"
The boy grinned, "My name is Willy Two, William Gordon the second. Do you like fishing?"
"I sure do Willy Two. I love fishing, do you go very often?"
"No Sir, I have never gone fishing. I have always been too sick to go. We hope that this treatment will let me be strong enough to go. I love to read about it though and I watch all the fishing shows on TV."
"Willy, I am a very lucky man, I live on a boat, and own several fishing boats. I promise that when you are strong enough I will take you fishing." Bob reached in his jacket pocket and took out a card case, he handed a card to Willy's mother. "Here is my card. Please stay in touch and I will see that he goes fishing."
The mother looked at the card and smiled, "Robert Patrick Murphy? I thought you looked familiar, you used to live on Fort King didn't you?"
Bob looked puzzled, "I don't think I remember you, who are you?"
"I am Bill Gordon's daughter, Mary Anne Gordon."
"Mary Anne! Lord girl, have you ever changed! I would have never recognized you."
"Yes, Mr. Bob, I am 150 pounds lighter now."
"Hey! It's just plain Bob, girl. Where are you living now, are you still with your mom and dad?"
"No. I, er, ah, live with a friend."
Bob looked at her sharply; he noticed a tear trickle down the girl's pretty cheek. He noticed there was no ring on her finger. "How can you work and care for my buddy Willy?" He watched another tear slip down the other cheek.
"Sniff, I can't. I may have to turn him over to Child Welfare. I am homeless and broke."
"I'll never let that happen! Won't your mom and dad help you?"
"No, they kicked me out when I got pregnant. I haven't seen them in seven years. I had a job but the little company I worked for went broke about a year ago. My unemployment ran out, I lost my car and my apartment a week ago when I couldn't make my payments. Food Stamps won't pay for a place to stay. I have applied for more help but it hasn't come through yet. I have been staying in a friend's garage but it is about four miles from here and it is a long walk for us. I have to carry Willy most of the way. I had a wagon I pulled him in and someone stole that! Sob!"
A very large black man wearing a black suit and cap approached Bob and saluted, "Sir, the tire is fixed if you are ready to go now."
"No, Jason, I haven't seen the doctor yet. He had some sort of emergency." Bob looked at Mary Anne and Willy. He said, "Jason this is Miss Mary and Master Willy, please take them to get her things. They are going to be staying with us for a while. Call your sweet wife and tell her to prepare two adjoining cabins for them please. Pick me up when you get her things."
Mary Anne said, "We can't impose on ---."
"Hush girl, you and Willy need a place where he can be comfortable and where you can get a chance to get on your feet. I'm too tired and grouchy to listen to any excuses, just go with Jason."
Bob watched them leave and got up and walked to the main desk. The receptionist looked up and did a double take. "Mr. Murphy! Dr. Northrop is not free yet, Sir."
"Is the Director of Pediatrics, Dr. Quaid, available?"
"He is in his office, let me see if he is available." The woman turned and picked up a phone and spoke for a moment before she turned and smiled. "Dr. Quaid said to send you right in."
"Thank you."
Bob started down the hall and saw a tall thin man in a white jacket step out of a door just past the door to the office. He smiled, "Hey, Bob, come on in and have a seat. How can I help you?"
"I have an interest in one of your patients, a Willy Gordon, are you familiar with his case?"
"Yes I am. I wish there were a way we could do more for him and his mother than we can. His prognosis is not good. He really needs a kidney transplant. As you well know, we do not have the capability of doing that here. He has a large tumor in the right kidney a small one in the left. He only has a few months without a transplant. He is a good candidate and is on the list for a kidney but there are quite a few ahead of him. The mother can't afford to pay for a good hospital even if we had a donor. She has no insurance and is out of work. I have tried every Children's Hospital in the country without any luck. They are all back logged with several months of waiting time for him."
Bob said, "Jack, you have a look in your eye that says there may be a way. Tell me what you are thinking."
"OK! The best guy in the world is in Tampa and I have told him about Willy and the possibility of a donor being available. He said he would do a double transplant if he had his way. He uses a Da Vinci robot that he has had modified to use smaller tools for use on kids. This guy is the best and he is willing to do if for free if we can get a donor. I think we may have one coming up here shortly. The family wants to sell the organs to the highest bidder."
"Is that legal?"
"Don't ask! Off the record, it is possible. I have no way to come up with that kind of money. Miss Gordon certainly doesn't have it so I haven't pursued it."
"Listen Jack, check it out for me. Get a figure and let me know as soon as you can. Don't get yourself in trouble, OK?"
"Right, Bob! Keep your fingers crossed."
Bob stood, and at 41 years of age he was an imposing figure at 6' 4" and 290 pounds with scarcely an ounce of fat on him. He was a couple of pounds lighter than normal. The treatments for his lung cancer had him off of his normal routine of exercise and power walking and he didn't have much of an appetite. This, combined with extensive travel to Japan and China on business, plus a phobia about surgery had delayed a much needed operation on his lung.
He stopped at the desk and was told that Dr. Northrope would contact him later by phone. He walked into the waiting room and sat back down. He picked up the magazine that the boy, Willy, had been reading. He was looking at the pages but he only saw the boy and his mother. He took out his cell phone and pressed a speed dial number. He listened to the recorded answer and said, "Pat, Honey, Bob Murphy here, I need your services. Are you there."
"BOB, Sweetheart, it has been months, how are you. Did you have your operation yet?"
"No, not yet, soon though! Listen, I have a project for your talents. I have a young mother moving in with me. She will be on the boat when I have visitors and she literally has nothing to wear. She will need everything from the skin out. Do it right! OK?"
"Bob, are you in love with her?"
"NO! She is down on her luck and was a neighbor years ago. I was very fond of her when she was a very fat child who had a wonderful personality and a very inquisitive mind and loved to go everywhere with me if I would let her."
"Damn! I was praying you were over Cathy and were in love again."
"I'm over that bitch but I don't have the time or inclination for romance right now. If I need sex I buy it. I think this girl will need a few things to wear when I entertain. She is pretty active, she is tough too. I know she had been walking four miles each way to the cancer clinic, carrying her 6 year old son most of the way."
"Bob, do you want me to bill you or is the old card I have still good. Let me look. Here it is. The expiration date is a year off."
"Use that card, Honey. It has a $25,000.00 limit on it. If it is alright, I will have Jason bring her over about a half an hour from now. I plan on taking the boy with me to the boat. And Oh! Have her get new cloths for him too, OK?"
"Bob, I haven't heard you so excited about anything in years. Are you that attached to the boy?"
"Sugar, the lad is so bright and cheerful it is hard to believe he is dying. I am not going to let that happen if I can help it. At the very least I am going to try and fulfill all his dreams before he goes. Sniff."