Summary of Chanel Reynolds's What Matters Most

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#1 When your world falls apart in one second, having a martini in your hand at a dear friend’s barbecue on a perfect summer evening in Seattle isn’t the worst place to be.

#2 I was on my way to the hospital, but it sounded bad. I was leaving José’s mother for last. I paused, finger hovering over the call button. What if. I pressed CALL and voicemail picked up right away. Too quickly.

#3 I drove to the wrong hospital, and when I realized it, I was too scared to move. I closed my eyes and attempted to check my temperature with the universe, but that didn’t work. I leaned forward and squinted toward the horizon.

#4 I pulled up to the hospital and entered the thirty-minute loading zone as a white medical-supply truck pulled out. I followed the red Emergency signs through the entrance door, and ran down the hallway only to skid to a halt at the entrance to the ER waiting room.

• Language: English
• Publisher: IRB Media
• Release date: May 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9798822500631

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Contents

Insights from Chapter 1

Insights from Chapter 2

Insights from Chapter 3

Insights from Chapter 1

#1

When your world falls apart in one second, having a martini in your hand at a dear friend’s barbecue on a perfect summer evening in Seattle isn’t the worst place to be.

#2

I was on my way to the hospital, but it sounded bad. I was leaving José’s mother for last. I paused, finger hovering over the call button. What if. I pressed CALL and voicemail picked up right away. Too quickly.

#3

I drove to the wrong hospital, and when I realized it, I was too scared to move. I closed my eyes and attempted to check my temperature with the universe, but that didn’t work. I leaned forward and squinted toward the horizon.

#4

I pulled up to the hospital and entered the thirty-minute loading zone as a white medical-supply truck pulled out. I followed the red Emergency signs through the entrance door, and ran down the hallway only to skid to a halt at the entrance to the ER waiting room.

#5

When I walked into the room, I had an eerie feeling. There he was on the bed, in a hospital gown, IVs and tubes everywhere, but besides the ventilator thrumming away with a noise about as pleasant as Darth Vader trying to make out with you, it was oddly quiet.

#6

The nurse put the Kleenex box near me, as I had been crying for quite a while. I stroked José’s dark hair and noticed the thin hospital gown he was wearing. His face looked fixed; he wasn’t moving, and he was pale.

#7

I was with José’s doctor, Erin, when the nurse came to take his blood pressure. I told her about Connie, his ex-wife, who should decide what and when to tell their middle school–age daughter, Lyric.

#8

The waiting room at the hospital was the war room. I sat with José’s mom, Pat, and sister, Shelley, as he was prepped for surgery. His brother, Robert, was close behind. I only half paid attention as I heard