Everyone, sincere teary thanks for the well wishes. Finally pulling myself back into things, after sleeping my way through the discomfort. As far as the miracle of being sent home the day of the operation, that has more to to with our medical profession and the inadequacies of insurance. As we left recovery, we asked whether we could call for a car service and were told not to worry, there are always tons of cabs in front of the hospital. There were a dozen people waiting for cabs, but not a cab in sight, and after a half hour I convinced Gary and friend Janet that I was okay to walk to York Avenue and hail a cab or grab the bus. (And I spotted a cab within a minute of hitting York.) However my doctor is amazing, listed as the 12th best breast surgeon in either the world or the country, forget which. But a gentle, kind man with genuine empathy, a calming manner and enormous skill. And a forward-thinking leader in his field who works with civilized, advanced methods few other surgeons use. Remember the name in case anyone you know needs it: Dr. Alexander Swistel.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 18:59:56 +0000