Well fancy meeting you here! I said to the wonderful amazing pediatric oncologist for whom I interpreted at the Randall Childrens Hospital. I was in Imaging at Emanuel. He smiled and said hello and then, as I was walking out, he hung up the phone and started walking with me, toward the atrium. I turned You have no idea who I am, do you? I asked, because he seemed to know but not know me---you know what I mean. Yes, I do, Flora. And then he told me exactly when we met. Then, we talked about the good news that the chemo is working on the little guy and that was that. Bye Bye. It felt good and made me happy. Of course, I was coming out of a very long and emotional ultrasound for a woman who thought she might go straight to ER with an ectopic pregnancy. We chatted about her fathers 1956 Chevy in Cuba, all original everything. He only takes it out for special occasions. A typical monthly income is $8 and a liter of gas costs $3. In any case, the radiologist called her gyno and then came out and told us everything was great and by that time, we were bonded and there was nothing to do but hug like besties and go out and tell the nervous daddy. I visited my bone marrow toddler between appointments and everyone at the childrens hospital was happy I did that, not mad or flared nostril-y about it. No pinched faces disturbed by humanity sneaking into professional situations. Just Yey. As weird as it sounds, they THANKED me for taking the time to visit their patient. I guess the universe got tired of sending me creepy people.
Posted on: Thu, 30 Oct 2014 03:59:24 +0000
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