Last evening the intern on the medical team called me from home to update me on the latest. He said the various teams were in disagreement about whether to do the procedure that I was supposed to have today. Like deja vu I find myself again at the crosshairs of the to do or not to do the procedure with all but one service on board to proceed. So, I bide my time, managing to get a walk in with my nurse and a little sitting time in front of the bank of windows looking toward the front of the hospital entrance. It is another overcast morning, but we are expecting it to clear out sometime this afternoon, like yesterday. Good news: my doctors approved an order for me to go outside, when the weather appeals to me, in a wheelchair, of course.
One delight here is the music therapy program they have. Because I told the nurse manager here about my dance background and love of music during a casual conversation, she has sent to me the music therapy volunteers who come to this floor. The day before yesterday I had the pleasure of not just one session but three throughout the day: a solo violinist, a solo guitarist and a duet of guitarists who also sang. It was most enjoyable with the duet being especially talented and with lovely voices that complemented one another beautifully. Then, yesterday, when I thought that music therapy happened only on Tuesday, a young man showed up with a keyboard; his name was Justin, and he was extraordinary. He is still in high school but enjoys playing beautiful ballad type pieces that are especially complicated and melodic. He even played two of his own compositions that were exquisite. I felt so fortunate to have him here with Marvin and me as the two of us talked about our 11-year anniversary today. A hospital is not really where you want to spend a wedding anniversary, but every little perk helps.
I guess I will try to take another walk before I lie down and continue the waiting game NPO. My stomach is growling at me already.
ADDENDUM Shortly after writing this my medical teams decided it was not in my best interest to perform the procedure. The thought was that, ultimately, it was not worth the risk of inserting anything that could possibly introduce bacteria and cause further problems and that the chances of their being able to remove any material during the procedure were slim. By the time they made this decision I was feeling that I preferred not to have the procedure done, also. I was glad that everyone concluded in agreement, myself included.
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