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Favorite Scenes   November 1, 1993 B: Red, let’s shake a leg, it’s way...Nora, what’s going on? What did he tell you, huh? What happened? What’s happening? BP: Mr. Buchanan... B: No, Nora, talk to me. BP: Would you please go back outside! B: No, I’m not going anywhere! N: Bo... BP: Ms. Gannon... N: No, it’s okay, it’s all right. It’s all right. He deserves to know the truth. I want him to know exactly what’s wrong with me. B: Come on, Nora. Somebody talk to me, all right? The CAT scan... N: Fine. They were fine. All the test results were fine, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with me. Nothing serious. B: There isn’t? N: No. Honest to goodness, Bo, I leave you alone for two minutes, you start dreaming up disasters. B: No, I don’t get it, because when I walked in here, you looked... N: No, you just be careful, be careful. B: No, you saw her, didn’t you? Didn’t you? N: He’s not always like this. B: But he is always like this when he is worried about her, so if there’s nothing wrong, then why did you pass out like that? What about the blackouts and the headaches? N: Low blood sugar. Ask him! No, don’t ask him. He just got through telling me, it’s a long and boring story, obviously, what I’ll do, I’ll tell you and then he can correct me if I’m wrong, okay? BP: Ms. Gannon... N: Now, my low blood sugar has been like a red rubber ball, just bouncing, bouncing, bouncing, and you know what it’s from? Do you know what it comes from? B: Genetics? N: Junk food. All my life, I have been eating tacos and chocolate and chips and it’s caught up with me. B: That’s why you’re upset? N: I have to change my whole diet, Bo! B: Oh, geez. N: No more pizza, no more hot dogs... B: Oh, to heck with all of that stuff, but you’re all right, huh? (hugs her) N: Of course I am, of course I am. B: So, it’s fixable, I mean, you know, a little diet, a little exercise, and you’ll be a hundred percent. N: Well, actually, I’m going for 110. (kiss) It’s fine, I mean, I just have to change a lot of things in my like, like from top to bottom, every aspect of my life, but, you know- piece of cake. No cake. Bowl of salad. B: I want to hear it from him. What do you say? Clean bill of health? BP: Ms. Gannon understands where her problems are coming from. I’ve explained the situation, she’s aware of any and all choices she has to make. N: There. You heard it from the man in the white coat. B: Okay, but I have one more question. N: No, no, no, you have no more questions. No more. I want you to go down and get the car, bring it around front, I’m going to change my clothes, and any questions I will answer on the way home. We have got to get home, we have a refrigerator full of lethal weapons to deal with. Five minutes, okay? B: Okay. (kiss) Dr. Price, thanks for taking care of her, okay, because I know it’s not easy. N: Hey, hey, hey! I can make my own impression! Go on, go on, go on, out, out, out! B: Okay, I’m going! N: Out! Out! (he leaves) BP: Okay, I did the doctor-patient thing. Now you tell me. Why’d you lie to him?   V: Oh, Bo, you must be so relieved! B: Well, yeah, no kidding, it’s going to be awful, though, trying to get her to change her diet, not to mention what it’s going to do to my diet. V: She’s okay, that’s what counts, right? B: Yeah. V: I think a low blood sugar problem is something you can live with. B: Yeah, you’re right. I guess, I don’t know. I’ll keep her. V: You do that. B: Yeah, I got to go get the car, you want me to drop you at Llanfair? V: No, I have my car...   N: I couldn’t tell him. BP: Uh huh, couldn’t! N: Oh, gee, honey, I’ve got a brain tumor! BP: Ms. Gannon... N: Nora, Nora! My goodness, we’ve gotten so close, you’ve seen parts of me I didn’t even know I had. BP: Nora... N: I wasn’t ready, all right? It’s been barely a year since Bo lost his wife in an automobile accident, and he was devastated at the loss of Sarah. I am not going to put him through that again. I love him too much for that, and he has rebuilt his life, we have built a life together. BP: But he loves you! Nothing you can do about that. Not telling him will hurt him too. N: So what’s your point? BP: You don’t have much time to make your decision about having this operation. Now, if you want to try and save your eyes... N: Or my life, don’t forget that little added bonus. BP: You have to make up your mind, and soon. Real soon. N: And if I decide to have this operation, you go ahead and I could lose my sight anyway. Just like that. Not to mention that surgery comes with its own certain amount of risk, and this is brain surgery we’re talking about. BP: The odds are in... N: Don’t quote odds to me! If I decide not to have this operation, at least I can live the life the way I have lived my life. And for a while longer, quality of life. Isn’t it better to live for the moment as long as there is a moment, rather than risk it all? BP: The operation could be... N: If it’s successful, that’s a big if. I need time. BP: You’ve got it. I’ll find a slot for you tomorrow. N: Tomorrow? BP: Call my service when you’re ready, we’ll cross paths somehow. N: I need to think! BP: Don’t put it off, Nora. N: I need time to think! In the meantime, no one knows, right? BP: My sister Sheila is a lot of things, but she can keep her mouth shut. Don’t worry, she’s the only other person who’s seen your chart. N: Thank you. I’ll call. BP: Make the decision before it gets made for you. Oh, and as far as Mr. Buchanan goes, think about that too, hmm? He’s going to find out sometime, and you’re going to need his help.   Nora remembers the perfect scene. B: How long do you think I can sit in the car? It’s too late, red. I saw them. (the tears) B: Come on, Nora, don’t tell me it is nothing, I know it is not nothing. N: No. B: Well then, tell me. What the heck is going on? Nora... N: It’s my low blood sugar, that’s all. I told you that. B: For Pete’s sake... N: Well, it’s true, Dr. Price told you that, that I would, I’m, I’m subject to, to major mood swings, you know, and, I’ll have, until we can settle my blood sugar levels and, and, you know, get them all settled, I’m going to have major ups and downs and tears and I may just break out into the Lindy without the slightest provocation. B: Just uncontrollable, sporadic dancing, that’s a symptom? N: Something like that. Something like that, yes. The point is that I’m just going to have these, well, my behavior’s going to be a little bit more erratic, that’s all, you know, until we can get everything settled health wise, you know, and I just, I don’t want you to be upset, I just want you to know that. B: No, no, don’t even worry about me, because I can handle anything as long as I know that you’re okay. All right? (kiss) First things first though. You and I have to get to work on this diet thing, all right? So we will, there’s a nutrition doctor right here in this hospital. N: Bo? B: We’ll stop by his office, we’ll get a good food, bad food list, we’ll hit that twenty-four hour market, no, we’ve got to start this sooner or later. N: Later. B: I’m driving, I’m driving, it’s unanimous, okay? From now on, I’m making it my personal mission to make sure that you stay on whatever kind of a rabbit diet they put you on, and I don’t care if both of us grow long hair and fluffy little tails, and just keep going, and going, and going, and going... N: It doesn’t sound like any fun! B: No, that’s where you’re wrong. N: What? B: Because there are other things that rabbits do, they may not eat too well, but there is something that they do a whole lot of. N: You think that’s going to take my mind off of lemon meringue pie with a ginger snap crust? B: I just said I am making this my personal mission. Do you have any idea at all the scare that you put into me? Do you? N: I’m sorry. B: God. (kiss) Low blood sugar. You know, I’m just so thankful that all these headaches, you know, they’re not pointing to something a whole lot more serious. Thank God. (hugs her)   N: Ooh! Oh, it’s cold! And I’m starving. B: Well, aren’t you the lucky one, because you’ve got a bag of groceries right there in your hands! N: No, I’m not hungry for any of this. B: What, you’re already going to break the rabbit habit, you haven’t even started it yet? N: Just one more night. Please, just one more night and then we’ll take out all those little take out menus and we’ll throw them away. No more Italian, no more Chinese... B: Here’s the deal, here’s the deal. N: What? What, what, what, what, what? B: I get to pick the menu. N: Okay! Done! Great! I trust you with my very taste buds. B: All right, I’m going to pick the one we found on the porch the other day, from that little restaurant, the one on Mill Street. N: No!!! B: Yeah I only kept it it as a joke. N: No! No hippie- dippie health food, please!! I promise, I'll eat well, I promise you I will, but not tonight. Please? Please? B: Nora, I tell you, it’s hard for me to say no to you, you know that... N: Oh, good. Good. B: ...but no. N: No!!! B: Listen, I hate to say it, but I will. I will. Don’t push me. Even though I hate to say no, I...just think so much of you that there’s no way that I would let anyone or anything jeopardize your good health. Not even you. Got it? N: I understand. B: You mean it? N: I love you. B: Well, isn’t that handy? How about a veggie-nut burger, huh? Hmm? N: Can we get it with cheese, lots of cheese? B: Let me get the menu, it’s in the kitchen drawer. N: Oh, goodie, by the time you find anything in that drawer, maybe the restaurant will be closed. B: You just, you keep on wishing. (leaves) N: (on phone) Yes, is this Dr. Ben Price, oh, this is the service, oh, good. Um, this is Nora Gannon, and I just wanted to leave a message for Dr. Price that I will be seeing him tomorrow. Uh, yes, and tell him that I will have made a decision. Thank you.   November 3, 1993 N: Yes, hi, this is Nora Gannon, and I wanted to confirm my appointment with Dr. Ben Price for today. Okay, thank you. I will be there. B: (sits on couch with her) Good morning, you beautiful red-headed beacon of light that pulls me out here to say, ‘Good morning.’ (kiss) Nora, look, I need coffee. (she pulls him back onto the couch) Let me have some coffee and then...(she is staring at him) What’s wrong? N: Low blood sugar. B: What? N: This, uh, low blood sugar thing, it just makes me so- emotional. B: Yeah, that’s what Dr. Price said. N: It’s true. B: Well, I don’t doubt anything that a doctor says, but, there are other things that can make you emotional. You know... N: No, I’m not pregnant, Bo. B: No? N: No, I’m just unstable. B: I got that part. N: Oh, that’s great, that’s just what a girl wants to hear when she’s on her way to work, insults from her lover boy. B: Her...(she laughs) Tell me what you need, and I’m at your service. N: Ooh... B: In the kitchen, I’m talking. N: Ooh! B: I’m talking about food right now, (she laughs) food, Nora, you have to eat something. N: No, I have to go see Sloan. B: No way. N: I gotta go see Sloan, I’ll grab something at the hospital cafeteria. B: No, no! N: You’re not going to give me a choice, are you? Don’t you have to be at the station? (shakes his head no) So I have to have one of your hearty, healthy, horrible breakfasts? B: Coming right up. N: Oh, can you make you horrible, healthy, hearty breakfast quick? I really have to go see Sloan, and I don’t want him to think that his lawyer’s deserted him after everything else he’s been put through. B: I know, I know. First he gets stabbed in the back, so to speak, by one student, and then he gets literally sliced and diced by two other ones. N: Is breakfast going to be prompt? B: Yes, madam, yes, yes. Life is short, food and cook is fast. (leaves)   Nora remembers Ben telling her her options. Nora is at the hospital seeing Sloan. She goes out of his room and runs into Ben. Ben: Ah, hello, Nora. N: Hi! Ben: My secretary just told me you have an appointment for later this afternoon. N: Yes, I was a very good girl. Ben: Very efficient. I’m efficient, too. I was just going over your case... N: Oh, please, don’t call it that, you see, I’m a lawyer, remember, and I think that’s the last time I’m ever going to call somebody a case. Ben: Nora, have you made your decision yet about the surgery? N: As a matter of fact, yeah, I have. N: I know, Dr. Price, that you’re going to think this is a rather heat of the moment decision, but, I’ve decided not to have the surgery. Ben: Uh huh. N: Mmhm. Ben: And you understand what that means? N: I do. As the rebels say, ’tis better to die on your feet than live on your knees. Ben: Say whatever you like, but if you don’t have the operation... N: Spare me the dire consequences, okay? I would rather live what time I have left well rather than gamble it all on a high risk surgery only to die on the table. Ben: For what it’s worth, I think you’ve made the wrong decision. N: Deadly wrong? It’s my decision. Ben: Now, how are the symptoms? N: The symptoms, they’re my symptoms. Ben: Oh, so you’re that kind of patient. N: Yes, you should thank your lucky stars you don’t have to contend with me in the operating room, you know, I would constantly complain, the table’s too cold, the scalpel isn’t sharp enough, the lights are in my eyes... Ben: Nora, how are you feeling? Really? N: I have headaches, still, you know, but, um, I don’t think they’re as severe, and I don’t think they’re as often. Sight’s fine. So far, so good. Ben: Nora, this is a huge chance to take. Isn’t there some way I can make you reconsider... N: Not a way in the world. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some loose ends I have got to tie up, you know? I’ve got to do it before I die on my feet, after all, I don’t know how much time I’m going to have left. Ben: You could have a lot of time... N: Will you please stop campaigning? I don’t want anyone to know. Not another word to Bo. Ben: Nora, you have to understand... N: No, no, no- I’m going to get another argument from you? Ben: Yeah, and what are you going to do about it? N: Well, I guess I’m going to have to listen. Hurry it up, will you? Ben: Now, are you sure it’s best to keep this from Bo? Whatever happens, even if the tumor’s benign, even if there’s no further growth, you’re going to need a lot of support in the time that lies ahead. N: Nicely put. Vague, not too morbid... Ben: Nora... N: No, you have to go along with me on this one, okay? Not a word to anyone, not even Larry Wolek. Ben: But he’s a hospital administrator... N: I know. Ben: His input could be very valuable... N: No. Okay? Thanks. Excuse me. (walks away)   B is visiting S with A and C. B: For those of you who can’t afford a subscription to the Banner or don’t have the time to browse through any local papers at all, it is my pleasure to announce that the lady who just left here, Nora Gannon, has agreed to be my wife. Andrew: So, was she in her right mind when she agreed? B: Yes, Andrew, she was in her right mind. A: Well then, congratulations, Bo, congratulations. B: Thank you. Cassie: I am so happy for you, Bo. B: I bet you feel sorry for Nora, though, right? C: No, no, I know that she is the right one for you. Even though I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart. (whispers) But don’t tell Andrew. B: No, no, not a word to Andrew. I feel the same way. Sloan: Congratulations, Bo, you’re a great couple. I wish you the best. A: Have you set a date yet? B: No, we both believe in long, long engagements. A: So you’re pretty sure she won’t change her mind? B: I am not worried about anything right now, Andrew, because life is good. Life is very good.   Ben is talking to a nurse. Ben: Yes, I know Mr. Henley wants to recover faster than the speed of light, but I think he’s risking some overuse injuries. Maybe we should change his physical therapy schedule. Make a note for Dr. Davidson to call me about cutting back his exercises. Bo comes out of Sloan’s room and runs into Ben. His charts go flying and Bo starts to pick them up. B: Sorry, Dr. Price, I wasn’t even watching where I was going there. Let me get that... Ben: No, no, I’ll get it. B: Please. (picks up Nora’s file) B: Dr., you’ve got to be a little more careful with this, the love of my life is in this clipboard, you know? Ben: Yeah, I’m sorry. B: I can’t tell you what a relief it is to know what’s bothering Nora, though, I...Low blood sugar, that’s something that you can really control, right? I thought it was something bigger, something worse. Ben: Well, that’s only natural... B: You don’t worry about her, though, because I’ve taken over the food department. From now on, it’s nothing but something very disgusting and healthy for her. Ben: That’s great, a better diet. B: I was so scared, I didn’t want her to know just how worried I was, but, I was so worried, I couldn’t even sleep at night, I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to Nora. So, thank you, doctor. Thank you again.   Nora is going to visit Powell, Todd sees her and has an engagement announcement, flashes a thumbs up and smiles. She is freaked out. N: What’s with Todd? P: What do you mean? N: He smiled at me. P: Yeah, he’s been doing a lot of that lately. N: Why? P: I don’t know, I can’t figure out what’s going on with him, but he said he’s had this, like, religious conversion, or something. N: You gotta be kidding me. A religious conversion? P: I’m telling you what he said, I don’t believe a word of it. But you didn’t come here to talk about Todd, did you? N: No, far from it. P: So, what’s up? N: Well, I came by to tell you that I’ve filed a written petition with the parole board strongly advocating an early parole for you. P: But the hearing’s not for another month, and besides, you’ll be there in person, won’t you? N: Well, yeah, maybe, probably, you know, you just never know what could happen, something could come up, or whatever, I just wanted my recommendation to go on record. How are you doing, Powell? P: Better and better. N: Good. P: And you? I guess I know how you’re doing. N: You do? P: Well, I knew you and Bo were engaged, but I also saw the announcement in the paper. You must be totally blown away. N: Yeah, yeah, I’ve never been happier in my life.   Todd is writing a letter. “Dear Nora Gannon, I bet you’ve never been happier in your life. Enjoy it while you can, because it won’t last long. Wait for me, because I’m coming to get you, you worthless...” Zach finds him.