Installment #3 Re; The Destruction of the Sganga Family

Entry #3 re: The Continuing Saga of a Family’s Destruction Caused by Greed.

Narrator: Francis (Frank) T. Sganga … sicari1921@gmail.com

This sad story can be found in its entirety at: www.sganga.net

Monday, December 28, 2015

THE PROPITIOUS PHONE CALL THAT CHANGED MY LIFE

Many studies conclude that prolonged loneliness can kill you. Suddenly and unexpectedly losing wife
Babs after almost 60 years of a loving companionship became more and more unbearable as days dissolved
into weeks and the weeks slowly, but inexorably, dissolved into months. It took a while for me to stop
crying myself to sleep as I vainly tried to stop regurgitating the awful week I spent by her bedside
watching her die until a ping on the digital monitor she was attached to announced the fact that the
end of a beautiful woman’s life had arrived.

At 82, I was still virile, physically fit enough to play racquetball and handle an 800 lb. Yamaha
motorcycle, as I still do today. The many years of joyful cuddling with Babs made me became an
“affection addict” that I was forced to give up “cold turkey” when I lost her.

Making daily entries into my blog helped ease the pain. This is from my book: To Gen X, Baby Boomers
and Millennials, with Love:

Early one evening several months later, as I sat at my computer, a woman called, and I responded in my
usual fashion, “Hi, this is Frank Sganga. To whom am I speaking?” I respond this way because many people
start talking and I don’t know who the hell they are, to stop solicitors before they get wound up, and
to ward off wrong number calls.
“This is Jeanie Baker.
“Jeanie Baker?”
“Yes, but I used to be Jeanie Wheaton, remember me?”
“Now I do.”
We knew the Wheaton’s well. Being strict Catholics, they wound up having seven children. Since Jeanie
played frequently with daughter Laura, we knew her best, and she and Babs were good buddies. On top of
that, Jeanie and Laura were in the same 4th grade class that Babs taught at Sacred Heart School.
“May I speak to Babs?”
Oh God, I thought, hesitated, then dreading what I had to tell her, I finally said the awful words,
“Babs died October 4th.” I lost it during the few moments of silence that followed, and Jeanie finally
responded, “I’m so sorry.”
I didn’t know what to say. She helped by asking, “May I come over and give you a hug.” I was on the
verge of begging off the hug because I was in no frame of mind to rehash what happened, but, I felt I
owed her at least that, since she and Babs were close, and reluctantly acquiesced.
When she appeared at the door, I remembered her face and winning smile, and invited her in. After giving
me a hug, we went back to my computer room where I was fine-tuning the diary I wrote during that horrible
week in the hospital for submission to an attorney. I chatted with her for a few minutes about where she
lives and what she was doing.
When she said she was working as a health care provider,
I said, “Jeanie I’m not going to tell you what happened. It’s too painful. This diary I wrote tells the
whole story. The bottom line is that I feel strongly that what happened to Babs was due primarily to
negligence and incompetence. Since you are in the medical field, I would appreciate it if you would read
this and analyze it to help me determine if I have a case against her oncology doctor and the hospital.”
Wanting to keep the visit brief, I got up, got a goodbye hug, and lead her to the door.

Little did I realize the unbelievable consequences that would follow after that short visit.

To be continued …