February 2005

"Something is wrong, Leo. I have no energy, and getting more rest isn't helping. If I had the flu, it would be getting better by now," Catherine said as she walked into the kitchen.

I checked her forehead with the back of my hand; she was still running a low fever. "Sit down and try to eat some cereal while I see if I can get an appointment for you." The flu bug had hit Minnesota hard this February, and they said to bring her to urgent care because no appointments were available. I helped her get dressed, then carried her out to the truck.

We had to...