Much to be grateful for |

Much to be grateful for

by Ron Walker

“Do you still do that article?” Shelly asks.

Scan- scan. “Sure,” I say.

“Why don’t you do an article on me?” she teases.

“Great idea. I’ll do it,” I reply.

Suddenly she’s horrified at the idea. “No, no, really, I was only kidding. I’d be so embarrassed,” she pleads.

Scan- scan, order complete. Shelly is a cashier at Raley’s. I gather up my groceries and head out the door.

Shelly is as pretty as any of the showgirls I hired when I was a choreographer in Atlantic City. She wears scant makeup, and still looks beautiful. Shelly is the natural foods supervisor.

For five years she has accommodated Orllyene, by special ordering a favorite soy cheese product, and now when I ask her about Glutino’s Gluten Free English Muffins, she looks in her catalog. “It’s not in the book. I’ll contact corporate headquarters in Sacramento.”

When I get home, I have a message telling me we can pick up two cartons of English muffins the next time we’re in Gardnerville.

Next stop, C and Company, hair salon. Cheryl is a hair stylist there. She stocks a special hair conditioner not found anywhere else on earth (well at least not in Smith Valley).

We love Cheryl. Cheryl bubbles with joy. Cheryl recently made two trips to Russia, as part of the Intensive Care Ministries. The group she travels with visited two orphanages and a shelter. Their intent is to spread the word of the Lord.

As we are about to leave, I say, “Cheryl, God still loves you,” and she instantly replies back, “God still loves the both of you, too.”

We arrive at Dr. Sue Sanchez’s office to renew a prescription. Behind the counter sits Holly, the fabulously efficient administrative assistant.

She recognizes Orllyene. Holly mentions to Laura, her co-worker, “Ron was a professional dancer.” Laura passes Orllyene two forms for us to sign so we can get our flu shots. Orllyene, proudly tells Holly, “We have a new great-granddaughter, since we were here last.”

Laura chimes in, “My great aunt just had a baby boy, so now I have a great-grandnephew.”

A woman walks up to Orllyene and asks, “Is he the man who does the article?” Her name is Cyndy and her husband’s name is Jim. She says she enjoys the column, and Jim gives me a thumbs up. It is turning out to be a great day.

Two days later, we go to the emergency room of Carson Valley Medical Center. Orllyene is bent over with a kidney stone. Ouch! Vicki, the emergency room nurse doesn’t just multitask, she triple tasks. Vicki is tiny, but mighty. “We are going to fix you up. I see you don’t feel good. Some people who come in here aren’t sick, but I can tell you don’t feel good,” she says. In goes the IV. “This is the big gun. You going to feel good real soon,” she says. Jill, the emergency tech and Vicki do tests, read display screens, probe body areas and give nonstop comfort to Orllyene.

Jeff, the radiologist arrives; another winner. Jeff spares me a few minutes of his time. He explains the difference between an MRI, an X-ray and a Cat scan, and does it with great charm.

CVMC is a boutique hospital, I think to myself. Jeff wheels Orllyene down the hall, and does a Cat scan. Later he returns, and we are told “Orllyene does indeed have a kidney stone, but it’s only 8mm by 2mm. ”

Seconds later, Dr. Kandra Yee arrives. She has spoken with Dr. Chen, Orllyene’s urologist. Dr. Chen wants Orllyene to take three different medications to see if the stone can be induced to pass.

The very next day, the kidney stone passes. Orllyene is spared a serious hospital stay.

What a team of professionals they were. It was Nevada Day for most Nevadans, but for Vicki, Jill, Jeff, Dr. Yee and Dr. Chen, it was a work day. Cheryl is right. God is taking very good care of Orllyene and me.

Ron Walker lives in Smith Valley. He can be reached at