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We arrived at the ER at Memorial Hospital in the late afternoon. I don’t recall that there was much delay in getting Lynette back to a room. The nurse who took us in was quite insightful. She pronounced Lynette “Super Sweet.” At some fairly early point, both the nurse and the ER doctor saw Lynette’s abscess. I saw it too. It was fairly gruesome looking. I knew how much stress Lynette had been under at St. Paul-Staff tensions, tensions between the Downtown and East Campuses, financial challenges, trustee-related challenges, etc. I thought an infection had gotten out of control, due to stress and Lynette’s well known habit of putting EVERYONE and EVERYTHING ahead of herself.

The ER doc said he would need a surgeon to look at the abscess. He admitted her for overnight. I called Sarah to bring herself and Luke up to the hospital. We figured out something to do for supper, though I can’t remember what. I don’t do well sleeping on hospital guest couches. Sarah agreed to spend the night with her Mama and I took Luke home. We knew the consult for the surgeon was in. Lynette was to be NPO after midnight, so that surgery could be done the following morning, which seemed necessary.

The next day was the second worst of 2016.