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| Close to Nowhere St. Francis As of Tuesday morning, “Pop” is still waiting for word on when he’s going to have another heart bypass operation. After a Thursday afternoon visit to the cardiologist, we had an appointment Friday at St. Francis Hospital in Memphis, Tenn., for a heart cath and replacement stents. When the nurse called the room after about 15 minutes and said they’d taken some pictures, Pop was in recovery and the doctor would be in shortly to talk to us, I knew all was not as it should be. Dr. Mike McDonald, with Sutherland Heart Clinic, came in a few minutes later and said that not only were the stents not repairable or replaceable, Pop’s kidneys weren’t in great shape either. So, kidneys had to be “fixed” somehow, before they could do another heart surgery (I think appropriately called a “cabbage” by medical personnel). As of Tuesday morning, things had been put on “go” for the “cabbage,” but still no idea of when. So, we wait some more. We’ve been in and out of several area hospitals over the last 15 years, since the first “cabbage.” All of the hospital stays have been positive, with minor and few complaints. This is the first time we’ve been to St. Francis and as of this moment, we’re going to come away without complaint and quite a few praises. The staff on the outpatient floor, where we spent most of Friday, was as kind and helpful as could be possible. When we got to the fifth floor and the acute cardiac care unit, the staff turned out to be even better, if possible. And St. Francis has exceptional elevator repairmen! As soon as we heard that stents were out and “cabbbages” were in, I called my friend Jane, who called our pastor, Troy Barton. Within three minutes, Bro. Troy was walking into the room on the outpatient floor, dressed in his “other” job uniform of Otis elevator repairman. He helped me move from the third to the fifth floor and received quite a few odd looks. Monday, the elevator man was back visiting again and put together a fan I’d brought Pop that came in approximately one million pieces. God always puts His elevator men right where they’re needed the most! |
     
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