No News Is Not Always Good News
It was October 7, 2007 and I was taking my mother in for a common surgical procedure. My brother and I had gone in to speak to her primary care physician about three weeks prior to her surgery. We discussed the surgery in depth. Dr. Hernandez explained that my mother had had a lump on the back of her head that had to be removed. The lump was an accumulation of fat cells that had formed a bump on the back of head the size of a walnut. He said it was very common for people of her age to get these. He explained the surgery would take no more than an hour, maybe an hour and a half to complete.
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It was about a week after appointment that she decided she would have this procedure done. I was happy that my mom was finally willing to have this done and over with. We called Dr. Hernandez office and the friendly medical assistant on the other side of the telephone line said she would call us with the time and date of the surgery. It was about an hour later when we heard back from the doctor’s office. She told us that we were scheduled for this surgery on October 7, and that she would have to some labs done prior to this date.
Three days prior to her surgery my brother and I took my mom to her pre-op appointment. We were called into the doctor’s office where Dr. Hernandez explained to us what the procedure would consist of. He told us about the risks and complications related to this type of surgery. It seemed as though the most difficult risk she would face, would be with the anesthesia. Sometimes death can occur simply from being anesthetized. The rest of the surgery was to go smoothly and quickly. My mom had several tubes of blood taken for testing. They also took her blood pressure, her temperature and they did a short history report. We had done everything the doctor requested, and now we were waiting for the day to arrive. We were told that she was not to eat or drink anything past midnight the night before her surgery. My brother and I agreed that I would be the one to take my mom in for her surgery.
The day was finally here. I remember arriving to the Monterey Park Hospital at eight a.m. sharp. Her procedure wasn’t scheduled till eleven that morning, but she had to be there at that time so that she could be prepped. We waited in the main lobby of the hospital until a nurse in pink scrubs called us in and told her she had to undress and put on a hospital gown. My mom was given blue booties for her feet and a blue cap for her head. After undressing we were led to a smaller waiting room. My mom had a bed for herself and I had to sit on a very uncomfortable chair. We waited there for about an hour. The other patients in this room were called one by one. They were all sitting there side by side on their beds. I couldn’t believe that so many procedures would be done in one day. There were at least 6 other patients waiting with my mom.
After waiting an hour they finally called my mom. The nurse let me walk with both of them to the surgery department. They rolled her on her bed and made us wait again, in the hallway this time. The doctor came to talk to my mom and I. He saw the worried look on my face and he gave me reassuring words. He told me that I would be waiting in another waiting area, and that the nurse would come out to let me know when the surgery was over. He told me that after she recovered, she would be discharged. I gave my mom a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. As I was about to leave she performed the sign of the cross on me as she always did and then the nurse wheeled her away.