Death: Mocks and Mimicks Life

Another cancer patient.
     This one was ready early. "Do you want to go now because we have 15 minutes." " No, let's go now," she said.
     There seemed to be a delay in getting a nurse from Vassar Hospital. When she finally arrived, she didn't know where anything was. I had to show her where to find the rubber gloves.
     My mom worked in hematology. She knew she had difficult veins. She told the nurse about the nurse in the ER when she had appedicitis just under two months ago. "The blood came oozing, dripping down my arm."
     But this nurse got it the first time. She took her time and was not only experienced but caring.
     Less than an hour after I left her in the care of the surgerical team, she awoke. Smiled at the nurse and asked when the doctor would operate. She was already in recovery.
     With only one other patient in her wing, the tranquility and serenity was a welcome experience. They played beautiful music and none of the conversations between the staff was anything but pleasant. Mom opted to have a preventative operation, ridding her body of possible malignant cells.  
     At 81, the doctor didn't say one way or the other whether or not she should go for this operation. I urged her to. All I could think after Tita Chet died of complications due to cancer just a month before, was I wouldn't want to give cancer a chance. Not even a small percentage of risk.
     My mom was given a choice, while her sister's cancer was inoperable.
Their lives mimicked their cancer prognosis, again proving my point.