Jan. 26, 2019


There was a chill in the air, both outside and inside, when  I arrived home from the hospital. Before signing my hospital release form, my doctor had talked with me, in private, about my medical condition—the uncontrollable vomiting, diarrhea, and intense headaches—a debilitating condition that had required a hospital stay of six days.

Dr. Henry Adolphus Crane, known to most as Dolph, was not only my gynecologist but also my trusted friend. He had helped me through miscarriages, complicated pregnancies, and major surgeries.  Dolph also understood my personal challenges, mainly.... a cheating, lying, abusive and... unloving husband.

Dolph wasted no time sharing the results of my recent blood tests: my system contained unusually high levels of arsenic. When I asked why arsenic would be in my system, my doctor-friend replied with no hesitation, “You are being poisoned.” He directed me to throw away all medication, vitamins, anything that was used exclusively by me; to toss any foods, drinks, and seasonings not shared with other family members. Finally, Dolph advised me to instigate a plan that, if successful, could save my life.

At dinner that night, pretending to be calm, I told my husband about the evidence of arsenic in my blood tests. His face appeared emotionless; he remained silent and kept eating.

I mentioned Dr. Crane’s obligation—by law—to notify authorities when a patient’s blood showed high levels of arsenic. I stressed the doctor’s warning that everyone in our family could face a thorough and very public investigation. Worst of all—since I was a public figure—the national media would have access to all my medical and personal history. My husband stopped eating and stared at me.

It seemed like an eternity before he spoke: “You and your doctor-friend deserve each other; both of you are fuckin crazy.” He paused slightly, like he might hit me, before pushing his chair away from the table and leaving the room. Four weeks later, my blood was tested again. The arsenic level had diminished, significantly.

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17.10 | 01:42

I miss being Facebook friends with you! Hope you are well and happy.

Tammy Brookover Jay

15.10 | 01:28

Love all of this. I'm so lucky to be your neighbor,

30.08 | 16:26

Sally, my friend, I love your writings and sometimes they make me cry and then smile. I love you as if I had known you all my life. God Bless you each and every day in all you do.

29.08 | 19:19

Lol, I loved reading this story! As a female that dated a couple men with Harleys, I totally understand and met Harley Guy myself, many times over!
I hope you get your 3wheels someday soon!

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