Dr. Sarah Benedict had tried--but failed--to forget Matt. Even after marrying another man and moving to Central America, she couldn't shake the memories of her childhood chum. She'd grown to realize she loved Dr. Matthew Cameron deeply... Yet to him, she was only the best buddy a guy could ever have.
Now, a widow, Sarah's back in Port Hamilton. And Matt's divorced...
Can the two best friends get past their polar opposite approaches to medicine and Matt's interfering teenage daughter to find love--fifteen years late?
About the Author
Janice has been writing for as long as she can remember. She's always kept a diary and still does. She says it's fascinating to look back to a specific day and year and see exactly what she did that day. She admits she's not compulsive about very much else, but says she writes in her diary on a daily basis.
Janice majored in journalism at California State University, Long Beach, and worked as a reporter on a number of small and short-lived weekly papers for several years before deciding that there had to be more reliable, maybe even lucrative, ways to make a living. She switched to public relations in the early 1980s and eventually became director of media relations for a large west coast HMO. In that capacity, she had the memorable experience of saying no to Mike Wallace when the 60 Minutes crew showed up one day.
She left the corporate world in 1990 and freelanced for a number of publications including the Los Angeles Times. She also ghost-wrote numerous medical articles for various professional journals.
Today she combines fiction and nonfiction writing and works from her home in Vista, California, where she lives with her husband on three acres with an ever-changing cast of animals, including a pygmy goat. Most recently Janice has discovered the joys of living on the water. During the week, she's been staying on a Columbia 26-foot sailboat docked in Long Beach Marina, using her laptop and cell phone to work and keep in touch.
Janice has two grown children, Christopher, who lives in Washington, and Carolyn, who is building a home in Flagstaff. She also has a granddaughter, Emily.
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The guy selling medicinal herbs at the Port Hamilton farmer's market had shoulder-length hair, a small stud in his nostril and the palest blue eyes Sarah had ever seen. The lack of color disconcerted her. Something about the way the light hit them made it difficult to tell whether he was looking directly at her or at something over her shoulder.
His T-shirt read Stop The War On Drugs, but when he noticed her trying to read the small print, he stopped in the middle of a discourse on the health-giving properties of the dandelions leaves he was holding to launch into another on the kind of drugs he was trying to stop.
"Big Brother pharmaceutical companies," he said, his English accent becoming more pronounced as he spoke. "If you're popping pills you've bought from the drugstore, you're not really in touch with nature, and my goal, simply put, is to reconnect people's consciousness with the environment." He waved his hand at the row of baskets brimming with plants. "Nature's pharmacy," he said. "Echinacea, Saint-John's-wort, calendula. Atropa belladonna-"
"Commonly known as deadly nightshade," Sarah said.
He smiled. "Ah, a gardening enthusiast."
"A medical doctor, actually," Sarah's mother, Rose, said, materializing at Sarah's side. "She's been practicing in Central America for the past fifteen years. And, let me tell you, she knows a thing or two about woo-woo medicine."
Sarah shot Rose a glance. "A focus on prevention and well-being rather than disease is not woo-woo medicine." She turned back to the guy, whose spare, almost emaciated frame suggested nature's pharmacy probably did double duty as his pantry. "My mother's a doctor, too." She jerked her head at Rose. "Runs in the family. Except my mother's the conventional kind."
"I'd hardly say that," Rose replied.
"I was referring to your profession. She's a dermatologist," Sarah said, mostly to mollify Rose, who disliked being thought of as conventional in any way, except perhaps in her approach to medicine.
"Right." He stuck out his hand and directed his pale eyes at Sarah. "Curt Hudelson."
"Sarah Benedict." She shook his hand. "And my mother, Rose Benedict. I'm really interested in what you're doing. It ties in with the sort of thing I'm planning, an integrated approach that combines both conventional and alternative medicine."
He nodded approvingly. "Right, well, we definitely need more of your type here on the peninsula before big medicine kills everyone off." As he talked, a young woman who had been waiting on customers came over to stand beside him and he put his arm around her shoulders. "My girlfriend, Debbi. We farm a piece of land on the west end. These two ladies are doctors," he said. "Tell them how we cleared up your asthma with natural stuff."
Debbi smiled. "I used to get these really bad attacks, I was always at the E.R. getting treatments so I could breathe and I never went anywhere without my inhaler. Then I met Curt. I haven't had a bad attack since." She reached into a small tin box on the wooden counter, withdrew a card and handed it to Sarah. "I also make cosmetics. Natural."
"Curly Q House of Hair," Sarah read.
"Well, that's where I work right now," Debbi said.
"But I'm probably going to quit pretty soon. It's too far to drive. Plus, Curt needs help on the farm. His business is really growing."
"Literally." Curt turned to Debbi. "Tell Sarah about Alli."
Debbi's smile faded. "Well, that's kind of different."
"No, it isn't." He addressed Sarah, "Our daughter was having intestinal problems, which, naturally, Dr. Big Medicine diagnosed as kidney failure and, left to his own devices, would have had her hooked up to a dialysis machine. And how was she this morning, Debbi?"
Rose cleared her throat. "Ready, Sarah?"
"Come out and see my gardens sometime," Curt said. "Debbi and I had intended to organize them according to the various systems of the body, but then it got a wee bit too complicated, so now we have them grouped into historic herbal remedies, folk medicine, homoeopathic medicinals and plants that are currently under investigation by drug companies."
"Crackpot," Rose muttered after Sarah had taken down his address and she and Rose were weaving their way back through the crowd toward the car. "Perfect example of how a little medical knowledge can be a dangerous thing."
Sarah shrugged. "I'd be interested in seeing what they're doing."
"Probably growing marijuana," Rose said.
"Nothing like an open mind."
They walked along in silence for a while. "I thought you might have changed, being away all this time," Rose said finally. "Maturity, and so forth but you're still like just like your father."
"Idealistic and humanistic?"
"Impractical and naive, not that there isn't room for some of this hippy-dippy stuff," she amended as they reached her ancient Volvo, parked behind the courthouse, "but it does seem to attract the fringe element."
"In the same way that conventional medicine seems to attract those with an unhealthy interest in making money?"
"Get in the car," Rose snapped.
"I ANSWERED A PAGE for you, Dr. Cameron," one of the nurses said, opening the door to the O.R. where Matthew had just finished surgery.
"Who was it?"
"Administration. Mr. Heidenreich said he had you down on his calendar at ten. I told him you had an emergency surgery."
"Thanks." Matthew removed his blue cotton cap, pulled on a white lab coat over his scrubs and started down the corridor. He glanced at his watch-twenty after. Emergency surgery was an acceptable excuse for arriving late, but these days he was late for everything.
"Coffee?" Jim Heidenreich asked as Matthew walked into the inner sanctum. "Georgia just made a fresh pot."
"No thanks." Matt dropped into a chair opposite. A small, dapper man with sparse white hair, Jim had aged visibly in the six months since Compassionate Medical Systems had initiated efforts to buy out Peninsular Memorial.
"One of the nurses said there was someone outside SuperShop yesterday getting signatures," Matthew told his boss, then instantly regretted the remark. Jim didn't need anyone confirming what he already knew: That some anonymous conglomerate from Seattle taking over the hospital where just about everyone here had been born, was about as welcome as learning that Port Hamilton High's football team had lost to Olympia. No one wanted outsiders taking over the hospital.
"Take a look at this." Jim reached into his desk and brought out a glossy press kit. "Compassionate Medical went into a one-hundred-twenty-five-bed hospital in Oregon-same size as ours and in the same financial hole. They were welcomed with open arms. Happy to have CMS come in...like a guardian angel when you think about it. They provide the capital, recruit physicians. They've got the managed care expertise, the experience running rural facilities..."
Matt shrugged. "On the other hand, I know a guy in Virginia-we were in medical school together. His local hospital was gobbled up by-" he gestured at the press kit "-one of these conglomerates. He's frustrated as hell by it all. Endless paperwork, restrictions on where he refers patients. Diagnostic workups according to cost."
"What's the alternative?"
Matt shook his head. He'd pulled together a group of physicians with the idea that among them, they would raise enough capital to counter CMS's offer. Still, it would be difficult to pull off. Peninsula was drowning in red ink and none of the medical staff were exactly rolling in money. You practiced medicine on the peninsula because you loved the natural beauty and small-town lifestyle, not because you expected to make money. He tried to imagine his ex-wife's reaction if he approached her about selling the home she and Lucy lived in. The home he still made payments on.
"I had a meeting with human resources this morning," Jim said. "Their concern was lost jobs. Naturally. And the rumor mill is running full-time. I managed to convince them that for the first two years no jobs would be cut. CMS guaranteed it."
"And after that?"
"Two years is a long time.
"The physicians will walk," Matt said. "I've heard that from almost everyone. They'll move off the peninsula if they have to."
"Not if you come around."
Matthew blinked. "If I-"
"Matt, if you get behind this takeover, the other physicians will fall in step. You know that."
"I can't, Jim. You know that."
The administrator shifted some papers around on his desk. "Where were you last weekend?" He looked directly at Matthew. "Your daughter's birthday, wasn't it? Thirteenth?"
"Fourteenth. Your point?"
"My point is that you were in Seattle performing surgery. Sure, you could have referred the kid like any other physician would have done, but not you. The kid's your patient and you're going to see it all the way through. Your patient, your responsibility."
"So your daughter spent her birthday without her father. She's your responsibility, too, Matt."
"Sorry." Matthew folded his arms. "You're losing me."
"If we'd had the setup, the sophisticated equipment, you could have done the surgery here. If we'd had the surgical support staff, you could have done the surgery here. If-"
"But we don't."
"I'm not finished. That's last weekend we were talking about. What about last night?"
Matthew rubbed his neck. "I'll tell you.You were right here, three floors below doing an emergency appendectomy. And today, same thing." He got up and walked to the window. "You're one surgeon, Matt. A terrific one, but you're not Super-man. You need a day off every once in a while. And that's never going to happen the way things are right now. Compassionate Medical Systems is not only going to save this hospital from going under, it might save you from burning yourself out before you reach fifty."
"It's not the answer, Jim."
"Well, when you figure out what the answer is, you let me know. But I won't hold my breath. You need to take a cold hard look at the way things are right now. Wanting things to work as they always have isn't enough."
An hour later, scrubbing up for surgery, Matthew was still hearing Heidenreich's words.
Until rose broke with tradition by relocating three generations of Benedicts had been practicing medicine in Port Hamilton from the same red barn of a house on Georgianna Street, one block from the waterfront. Sarah's father had been a general practitioner, seeing patients until the day he dropped dead of a heart attack while Sarah was still in high school.
But all that was changing, Sarah thought, as she took an early-morning walk through town on her way to see Matthew at the hospital. Empty storefronts now dotted Port Hamilton's once thriving business district. In the years since she'd been away, businesses had come and gone. What was once Betty's Bakery was now Mombasa Coffee with three-dollar cappuccinos and biscotti in jars on the glass-topped counter.
The Curly Q House of Hair where Debbi worked had once been the old Wharf house. Seeing it now, Sarah tried to recall how old she'd been when she found out that it was going to be demolished to make way for a row of stores. Twelve? Thirteen? She'd tried to enlist Matthew in her cause.
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Dr. Sarah Benedict spent fifteen years in Central America practicing medicine to the impoverished population. A widow, she has come home to Port Hamilton, Washington knowing that her time away was spent running from her unrequited love for Dr. Matt Cameron. Matt has always treated Sarah as his best friend so she expects to partner with him at the small town hospital.-------------------- Divorced Matt knows he failed his teen daughter though an emergency caused him to miss her birthday. He considers the practicality of selling and converting the small hospital into a big medical facility that would give him more personal time. However this places him at odds with Sarah who believes big medicine ignores the poor.------------------ Although the lead couple is a delightful pairing, an ailing child denied medical care due to an economic decision will hook the audience more than the comparative analysis of big vs. little hospitals or the romance between the doctors. The angle with his teen daughter Lucy seems a bit unnecessary except to somewhat personalize Matt¿s priorities. Still this is a fine medical romance that brings to life (and death) the failure of the American health system to provide coverage for the working poor.------------------ Harriet Klausner