A master surgeon healed both her body and her heart.
“You mean you’ll cut off my foot?”
“I’ll have to do it to save your life.”
Denise Burke’s eyes flashed with scornful anger. “I don’t believe it. You’re wrong and I know you’re wrong. Remember, I’m a nurse! Wire my friend Dr. Curtis Steele in New York. Please see him before you operate.”
The day went by in pain and suspense. Just before midnight Dr. Curt’s reply came:FLYING TONIGHT. HOLD OPERATION. KEEP FIGHTING. BE SEEING YOU.
Denise slept at last, the telegram under her pillow.