Wednesday, May 20, 2015

'Fun' at Dana-Farber

This week's double-header at Dana-Farber was an about face from last week's, with transportation running smoothly and some socializing to be had.

A different driver from a different service took me both ways. He was courteous and on time and even called me when he was getting close. And he came into the driveway! He told me he is from Russia – Siberia – and he has lived in Boston for six years. His Americanized name is C.J., but his real name is Sergei.

I showed him the back way to Boston through Ludlow, and he was taken by the beautiful scenery. He remarked on the farms with cows and the lush trees, not the kind of scenery he saw in Serbia or Boston. Sometimes we take it for granted, and it's good to see it through new eyes.

The photopheresis was uneventful. I had dozed in the car (a luxury to be a passenger and not fighting to stay awake), so I wasn't sure if I would sleep, but I dozed some in the chair and also read the paper and watched the penultimate episode of The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, which made me laugh out loud.
The cab taking me to Margaret's was on time too, and although I was not pleased that my pickup time the next morning was 5:50 a.m. for a 7 a.m. appointment less than half an hour away, I was glad that I got to spend a little time in Dana-Farber's beautiful Stoneman Healing Garden.

The rest of the day was nearly a social event.

I saw Melissa for a brief exam but mostly to check in. And who should walk in but one of my favorite doctors, Francisco Marty, whose beautiful photos I sometimes share on Facebook. We shared a hug and a laugh after he asked, "How's the internal sunburn going?"

It took me a minute to realize that he was talking about the ECP.

Since I wasn't sure how long I would wait for Melissa, I had left some leeway when scheduling my ride home. I ended up having extra time, so I walked over to The Brigham and went up to my old transplant unit, 6A. It was wonderful to see a couple of nurses and the aide who had bathed me in bed when I could barely sit up.

Going over the bridge from the Yawkey Center to the hospital provided the opportunity for me to pay it back for the many times people had shown me the way.

Two women were who were going to the Brigham were asking for directions, and since I was going that way I said to follow me.

I played tour guide along the way, gesturing to the birds carrying medicinal herbs on The Bridge of Hope and showing them the Emily Dickinson poem Hope is the thing with feathers that served as inspiration for the motif.

They were amazed by it all and said they looked forward to stopping on the way back to take a closer look.  I hope that wherever they were going, I was able to show them something that might make their trip easier just as other people have done for me.


Anonymous said...

"He told me he is from Russia – Serbia"

I think you mean Siberia, which is a part of Russia. Serbia is a whole different country located a good distance from Russia.
Many people confuse Siberia and Serbia because the spellings are similar, but they are quite different in climate and scenery.

Ronni Gordon said...

Whoever wrote that, thank you for the catch! Of course I knew he meant Siberia because I was asking him about the climate. Maybe I had Serbia on my mind because I had been thinking of Novak Djokovic, who of course is from Serbia. Anyway I fixed it.