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The Beginning

Copyright© 2012 by Wheezer

Chapter 1

It started out like any other summer morning. I was sitting out on my back deck enjoying a cup of coffee and chatting about nothing in particular with my next-door neighbor, Susan. We did this often in the warm summer months. I'm a 57-year-old retiree & widower. Susan is thirty-two and a single mom with two adorable girls, aged twelve and ten. Her husband was killed five years ago in Iraq. The death benefits left her with a paid up mortgage and a decent enough income, but it didn't quite meet all of her financial needs, so she worked evenings in a local health food store. It was one of those places that pushed alternative medicines and therapies along with the usual vitamins, herbs and such stuff. I didn't realize at the time what an influence this would later have on things.

I was lucky enough to be financially independent. I had started a small Internet business in 1991 that grew to become a very successful Internet business. The company barely survived the dot com crash of 2000, but it survived. I built the company back to an even stronger position of strength and industry respect over the next couple of years, and then sold everything in 2003. I came out of it all with a few million in the bank. I retired early at fifty, planning to enjoy many years of the good life with Lora, my wife of 25 years. We didn't want to spend money on a huge McMansion we didn't need but chose to keep our modest upper-middle class home in our quiet neighborhood of mixed middle & upper-middle class homes. Instead, Lora and I planned to buy an RV and tour the US, seeing all the historical sites and National Parks we could. We thought that after we got tired of that, we could either take a few cruises or see Europe.

Cancer crushed that dream just as it was getting started less than six months later when Lora's abdominal pain became too great for her to conceal from me. I had noticed her weight loss and reduced appetite, but didn't suspect anything was wrong at first. I insisted she see a doctor. A diagnosis of uterine cancer destroyed our dreams of a long, happy retirement together. By the time the cancer was found, it was too late and the cancer had spread to her other organs. She died in my arms a few short, pain-filled months later. I hope you never, ever have to watch a loved one die slowly from that insidious disease.

A few women my own age came sniffing around soon after Lora's funeral offering a sympathetic shoulder, bosom, crotch, or wherever else I wanted to lay my head, or any other body part. Their not-so-subtle offers had little effect on me. I'd been married twice before I was 25, back when I was young and foolish. But when I met Lora, I realized I had found my soul mate. When I lost her, I lost a part of myself. There was no replacing her in my heart. These women were all middle-aged divorcees or widows fearful of spending another 20 or 30 years alone. They were needy, and they were greedy – not a good combination. There were even a couple of twenty-something year old gold diggers who tried their luck. They all found an unfriendly, or at least unccooperative, reception. None made it as far as a second date, let alone my bed. The word got around and I was eventually left alone. That's the way it had been, and the way I wanted it, for the last four years - and I liked it that way.

Susan, on the other hand, found her feelings of loss and grief for her husband, a captain in the Army, tempered by outraged betrayal when she learned the circumstances of his death a couple of months after his funeral. It seems that Cptn. Hubby was a lying, cheating jerk. He had been having an affair with a female sargent assigned as his personal assistant in his unit. They were riding together in a jeep on their way to a little secret lover's nest they had arranged just outside the Green Zone in Baghdad when their jeep struck an IED, killing both of them instantly. Susan learned of their affair when the army returned his personal effects and she found his diary and letters from his mistress detailing their affair. Susan was shocked to discover that the affair had started in the US months before his deployment with Sargent Bitch (Susan's name for her) wrangling a transfer to his unit in Iraq a couple of months after Captain Hubby's deployment. There was also an unmailed letter addressed to Susan where he told her of his intent to file for divorce. Fate, and an insurgent's bomb, stepped in before he could file for divorce, so Susan and her girls received full survivors benefits. Like me, Susan felt no urge to rejoin the singles scene, find a new mate or remarry.

So, this particular June Monday morning found Susan & I sitting on my back deck, drinking coffee as usual, and watching her girls play in my back yard. I had an in-ground pool and a pretty good-sized wooden jungle gym that I had bought for my grandkids. My son had received a promotion & transfer to his company's California branch, so the grandkids no longer were around to play. I was happy to let Kelley & Cassie play in my yard any time they wanted. It kinda helped keep the lonelies at bay. Today I noticed that Kellie seemed to be the only one actually playing. Cassie, the 10 yr old, was sitting off to one side with a miserable look on her face. I asked Susan, "What's wrong with Cassie? Is she sick?" Susan shook her head and said "I don't really think so. She doesn't have a fever." She sighed, "I let her go to a friend's pajama party overnight on Friday, and she's been acting like this more & more since Saturday evening."

"Let's see if we can find out a little info," I said.

"Cassie," I called out. "Could you come over here, please?" Cassie came over, but it was plain that she was out of sorts. "Would you like to sit on 'Uncle Jim's' knee and tell him what's wrong, Hon?" I asked. Both girls had started calling me 'Uncle Jim' years before when both were still very young. Cassie loved to sit on my lap, so she didn't hesitate to climb up on my knee, snuggle against me and lean her head against my chest, but she remained quiet and didn't volunteer any information about how she was feeling. "Hunnie-Bunnie, what's wrong? You sure act like a sick little girl today." I whispered in her ear. She wouldn't look up, but turned her head and spoke so quietly I could barely hear, "My tummy hurts."

"Sweetie, can I feel your tummy and you tell me where it hurts?" I asked. "Okay, I guess," was her whispered reply. I gently reached my hand around and began to lightly rub her lower abdomen. The first thing I noticed was that her lower stomach was quite hard. Moving my hand over to her left side, I started to press a little bit harder in the area of her colon. Sure enough, this elicited a little "oof" from Cassie when I pressed there. "Cassie?" I turned her face to look up at mine. "Tell me the truth. When's the last time you went to poop?" Cassie turned bright red and buried her face in my chest. "Come on, hon. It's ok. I just want to help make you feel better." Cassie mumbled something into my shirt I couldn't understand. "Let's try that again a little louder, please," I asked. "3 days," I heard this time.

Susan had been watching this exchange without comment. When Cassie said it had been three days since her last bowel movement, Susan looked at me and arched an eyebrow. "Yep," I replied. "Cassie's pipes are backed up. She's seriously constipated." Cassie started to sniffle and cry. "Am I gonna have to go to the doctor and get a shot?" Cassie had a real fear of hypodermic needles and equated every doctor visit with getting a shot. I started to gently stroke her hair and pat her on the back. "No sweetie. This is something we can fix right here at home." Susan spoke up. "Since working at the health food store I've been reading a lot about the harm that over the counter medicines can do. I really don't want to give Cassie some commercial laxative. They are all chemical irritants and I just don't want to feed those to my little girl."

"What about herbal laxatives?" I asked. I know there are several out there," Susan replied. "The only thing, dosing for a ten year old child is tricky, and it's going to take a day or two to be effective."

I spoke to Cassie again. "Sweetie, do you want to have this tummy ache another day or two, or would you rather get rid of it this morning?"

"Can you do that?" Cassie asked with a questioning look. "Will it hurt?" was the next question. No, Sweetheart, it won't hurt a bit," I reassured the sweet child in my arms. I looked over at Susan. She looked back at me with another questioning look. "Do you know where I'm going with this?" I asked. "I think so," she replied. "I'm suggesting that Cassie get an enema." I said. "Enemas were once the preferred method of relieving constipation, but fell into disfavor mainly from the marketing campaigns of the big drug companies pushing laxatives on an unsuspecting public. Now we spend billions every year to cure a common ailment that could be taken care of with just a little warm, soapy water."

Cassie had been listening to all of this, and then at the mention of 'soapy water' she spoke up. "What's an em-en-uh, and how can a bath cure my tummy ache and make me go poo?" I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. Susan got a bemused smile on her face. "Cassie, it's pronounced 'enema, ' not emena. That's okay though. The warm soapy water is a bath, of sorts, but it goes inside you, not on the outside."

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