Never underestimate the power of the grapevine. Early this morning, our phone rang. "Mrs. Dewar, this is Melanie at the Winship Cancer Center in Atlanta. Dr. Lonial is concerned about Mr. Dewar and wanted me to check on him."
"Huh??" I was totally perplexed. We had not called Emory. We'd gotten in touch with our neighbor and family doctor Tommy Hobby in Valdosta, and Tommy had called in the prescription for antibiotics.
Sensing my confusion, Melanie explained, " Dr. Lonial heard that you came home from the beach yesterday because Mr. Dewar was sick. What's going on?"
"How on earth did Dr. Lonial know about this?" I asked.
"Oh, he's magic," laughed Melanie.
Later, Jimmy figured out the sequence. Yesterday afternoon, Jimmy talked to Brad Burnette, who has a home in Amelia, to tell him we were headed home and why. Brad told Billy Dobbs from Atlanta, who has a condo next door to the Burnettes in Amelia, and who was there this past weekend. Billy spoke with his golfing buddy Rein Saral, an oncologist at Emory , and Rein told Dr. Lonial at the clinic this morning. Amazing.
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