Hospi-blogging
I am in the waiting area of Sloan-Kettering Memorial, as Elaine is being operated on for the tumor on her thigh. While we had to endure a four-hour delay for her to be taken into the OR, this is a very well-organized, professional hospital. Early this morning we showed up (on schedule!) to admissions, which looked more like a private bank than a hospital. In wood-panelled surroundings, with subtle lighting and in general quiet, the “surgical concierge” took Elaine’s information and outlined the process for the day. She sat behind a marble counter with a painting of a birch tree behind her. Not all hospital like, no linoleum, no jarring noise, no gurneys screeching by .. I was hope to catch a glimpse of Joe Lieberman, forcibly dumped a rape victim into the East River .. but no such luck. All was quiet and re-assuring.
After not too long, we then moved into the PSC, Pre-Surgical Center, an actual medical environment, where Elaine got into her hospital gown and a nurse checked her vitals. After a few hours in there, and orderly appeared and summoned her to OR. Me? I was banished to the surgical waiting area. I am sitting in a comfy chair overlooking York Avenue, awaiting my page.
Update: All went well.They removed the whole tumor, “softball size.” Elaine is recovering well and can eat real food already. I’m home and kinda beat. Thanks for the kind comments.
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