That day, I did everything I could, but still, I could not save my children.
***
The emergency room light stayed on.
My nerves were stretched taut like a wire. The nurses repeatedly urged me to get my hands bandaged, but I kept shaking my head in refusal.
When I saw a doctor come out of the operating room, I clung to him as though he were my last hope, almost kneeling before him.
The doctor looked anxious and helpless. "Begging me will not help. Without the special heart medication, we cannot proceed with the surgery. We've done everything we can, but all we can do now is buy them one more hour."
"I'll find a way. Please, just save my children."
With a borrowed phone in hand, I called Edgar through my tears.
I was so anxious that my hands were trembling, barely able to press the buttons. After several tries, I finally got it right.
But it didn't make it through.
Sweat dripped down my face, and I had no choice but to call Andy Neal, the assistant of Edgar, begging him to help.
"Mrs. Mckay, I'm sorry, but no one except Mr. Mckay and Ms. Krause has permission to access the medicine."
A weight pressed down on my chest. I did not have time to argue. I humbled myself and begged him desperately.