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was made to small. Because of Ruth, Dr. Phan rechecked the rest of the
plaques made that day. Ruth had gone through the whole process last week, only to
have to have it redone again today. David continued to tell me that there were
complications with her surgery today and as Dr. Phan was trying to place Ruth’s new
plaque, she noticed the new plaque’s edges were curling because of defective
glue. So, Dr. Phan had to remove the bad plaque AGAIN! What alarmed me was what
David told me next.

They told him that they placed another plaque on Ruth’s eye. I asked him,
“Another plaque?” He said yes, they had another plaque they used on Ruth’s
eye. That really worried me, but I figured maybe there was something I was
missing. I didn’t want to cause any more stress to David, so I stayed
quiet. Instead, I asked David for his email address.

As David started looking for his business card, David continued telling me that
Ruth had been in surgery for a few hours that day. They’d basically placed
two plaques, removing the first one that was faulty and placing some other
one. He said that she was having a hard time coming out of the anesthesia
from that day’s procedure. She didn’t look good and I was really worried for
her. She was completely out of it.

I thought to myself and god, please take care of Ruth. She had been through
so much. I couldn’t help but think, that could have been me. Poor Ruth… I
was totally connected to her even though I hadn't met her yet. She’s the one
who took the preverbal bullet to save the rest of us. All in all, there were 2
others besides myself going through this experience. Ruth saved us all. She
was my hero, I was connected to her and she didn’t even know it. I was
connected to her and David.

Now that I had David’s email, I’d be sure to tell Ruth how much she meant to
me. There was someone else going through the same thing I was. I wasn't t
alone in this. There was someone else going through the same thing. Ruth’s
experience had been way worse than mine and I wanted her to know I was
there, if she ever needed to talk. I felt bad for her and hoped things would be
ok. I could see David was tired. So, I wished him the best and told him I’d
reach out to see how Ruth and he were doing in the days to follow. He smiled
and said thank you.

Mom, Jay and I left. As we walked down the hall, I'd remember hearing about
people going through tragic events and the bond they'd make during those
times were ever lasting and unbreakable. I understood that now. Ruth and
David were that connection for me. We got into the elevator and back down to the