Her bullying father, again told little, insisted she’s dying and demanded her money. She let the answering machine take his calls.
This hospital stay is different. No laptop or cellphone, and she ignores — at least tries — Trump’s televised travesties.
Instead, she interacts with not only doctors and nurses, but technicians, students, volunteers, cleaning crews, nearly everyone taking care of her.
She asks about their goals, lives, pets. She congratulates. Says thank-you often.
And learns something important about herself: Her heart is already healing.