Jan Angilella
March 25, 2003: We had to be at the hospital by 6 a.m., which meant getting to bed early the night before. Didn't happen. There was too much angst in the house. Mom was scared; I was freaking out a bit, but I believed it was all going to be OK.
When we arrived at 6 a.m. on the dot, I went to one room and Mom to another. I filled out some paperwork, put on a hospital gown and made myself comfortable on a bed with wheels. We had a lull in the action, so I went to see how Mom was doing. A nurse was giving her a dose of all the pills that would soon become part of her daily regimen. We made small talk and calmed each other's nerves. My brother was also going back and forth between rooms, showing no sign of anxiety on his part.
Back in my section, I got back on the bed and IVs were lodged in my arm. One was for saline, the other for the happy juice. Indeed. I believe on the way to the OR, I told a few Henny Youngman jokes and then waxed poetic about my NCAA bracket. I woke up five hours later to incredible pain in my side and a woman showing me how to use a morphine drip.
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