So there is good news and bad news…

After the crazy antics of the Belly Flop Contest, things quickly settled down. The counselors lay out on their towels and most of them seemed to fall asleep in the warm afternoon sun. Father Brian, pretty proud of his new title of BFC (belly flop champion), swam laps.


I picked up the fishing rod and my son retrieved his worms that he had safely deposited into his shoe (ewww). My daughters lay on their bellies on the dock, looking over the side and into the water as they tried to find “the bestest fishing hole ever”. We began working our way around the dock, sinking the line and trying our luck. We seemed to find a sweet spot on the shallow side of the water.  The kids were mesmerized by a small group of sunfish that had gathered around the line. The fish were taking turns biting at the worm. I sat with my legs crossed, chin in my hand as I silently supervised. I felt myself starting to doze off in the warmth of the sun, when Father Brian sat down beside me on the dock. He was wearing his towel around his waist and his t-shirt wrapped around his head like a turban.

“Well! I feel so privileged to have the BFC sitting beside me! How’s your belly feeling?” I asked, grinning at Father Brian.
“No pain whatsoever.” He said as he rubbed his abdomen. “Speaking of belly pain, I wanted to talk to you since I got an update from Dr. Holmes an hour ago. Ted had a successful operation this morning. Apparently they removed his appendix and it was huge, so they are sure that was the cause of his belly pain. He is doing well and he will be back to camp tomorrow, believe it or not.” Father Brian paused for a moment as I smiled and nodded.

“Awesome! That’s amazingly quick recovery!”

“But….Bill has some blood clots in his lungs. Have you ever heard of that?”

“A pulmonary embolism?” I said shocked as my eyes widened in terror.

“Ya. That was the fancy term Dr. Holmes used.” Father Brian watched my reaction.

“Oh God.” I covered my gaping mouth, felt tears prickle my eyes. Father Brian reached over and put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. 
Pulmonary embolism

“Dr. Holmes said you might get upset if I told you that, so he wanted me to tell you that they are small clots and that they have already started him on the necessary medications. He didn’t want you to worry.”

“I’m so glad we didn’t let him blow us off.” I shook my head, still in disbelief.

“He is glad too! He told Dr. Holmes he thought we were both being drama queens!” Father said as he patted his turban. 



















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