I was shocked! "What had lead
up to this tragedy?" I began looking back to find out somewhere in time what the reason was. Ana Carolina Yanez
joined the hospital staff at Saint Joan of Arc Medical Center here in Los
Angeles two years ago. I recall our first meeting. She was very attractive:
twenty-five, half-Mexican with reddish blond hair, 5'2", plain, but nice
looking. Ana was a inactive Catholic. She always had a bright smile and a sense
of humor that brightened all of us here.
"Miss Yanez, I'm Dr.
Norman Garcia, the head doctor here," I interviewed her for the RN vacancy. "Dr.
Garcia," she replied to me, it will be nice to be working with a brain surgeon.
I often need one." Later I introduced her to Dr. Carlos Ortiz. "Ana, I would
like you to meet Dr. Ortiz. You will be working directly with him." Ana smiled
and after he left, she said to me, "He's really nice; he has large hands!"
Doctor Ortiz had been on our staff for three years. He was thirty-five years
young, a Mexican 5'7" very serious minded, but not religious. Too busy for GOD,
his exwife, and two year old son. He was divorced.
Paula
Martin, our female doctor and Ana's best friend told me how it all began. One
evening both Ana and Carlos were exhausted after seeing over thirty patients.
Carlos said to Ana, "Let's take a walk outside and get some air." Up to then
their relationship was only professional. Stopping on the way out at a vending
machine he bought two candy bars. Giving her one, she quipped, "You don't think
I'm sweet enough??" "No, not that at all; it's just my prescription to give you
enough energy to keep up with me," he fired back laughing. "Hee, how many
refills, Doc?" "Unlimited." "Hay, is that a proposal?" "Not yet." "O.K., I'll be
patient." And from that moment a personal relationship
developed.
**continue**
