Left the office early yesterday as my father called that mom was ill and he was calling rescue. Her blood pressure was through the roof and she was experiencing shortness of breath and tightness in her chest.
I arrived at the hospital just as the Rescue vehicle was packing up and leaving. Mom was already in the ER and was being hooked up to all the telemetry equipment. It was a little after 2 pm.
They stabilized her vitals and we basically waited till about 10 or so til they moved her up to CCU where they will be monitoring her for a few days and where she will probably be having a catherization procedure as the doctor said they found some arterial blockage. I have yet to hear from Dad this morning as to her condition, but I would really appreciate your prayers.
A couple things I want to say, given my experiences yesterday at the ER and its waiting room.
There’s lots of talk in this country about the need for healthcare reform – and that may be so – but not a single person got turned away yesterday and everyone that came in, whether via Rescue vehicle or ambulatory, received quality medical treatment. And, unlike our Cuban counterparts on the island with free universal healthcare, no one had to call any friends or family for any medications or bedsheets or other necessities. And while the patients may have waited an hour or two at the ER, they certainly didnt have to wait for days of weeks in order to be taken in to the hospital for treatment. Our healthcare system may not be perfect, but I will say one thing, I would never, ever, trade it for a “universal free system” like the one in Cuba. Never.
We were at Mercy Hospital here in Miami and from the outside ER waiting area you have a crystal clear view of La Ermita de la Caridad. As I sat there with my old man yesterday, I learned that the church property was vacant when our family arrived and that the church had been built on donations from Cuban exiles and with the architects, engineers and contractors working basically pro-bono. I cant count the number of times Ive been to that church, both as a kid and as an adult. And each and every time I go there, there’s a certain feeeling, something like a serene fulfillment mixed in with that feeling of comfort and peace one gets when they are in their home. It’s difficult for me to describe, really. But, it feels like there’s a part of me in that church. A part of my family. A part of all of us exiles.
Another thing about yesterday’s hospital adventure was that not only is Mercy Hospital located right next to La Ermita de la Caridad on Biscayne Bay, but only in Miami, perhaps only in this particular hospital in Miami, do you not have to worry about eating hospital food while staying with a loved one that hospitalized. You can go down to the lobby and order a bistec de palomilla or carne frita or sopa de malanga, un cortadito and the ever necessesary coladas. Right there, in the hospital lobby, you can sit down and have your fill of Cuban food at the La Carreta cafeteria. Only in Mayami, as they say.
I’ve been told that Venezuelan singer Jose Luis “El Puma” Rodriguez is a supporter of the Hugo Chavez government – a fact I have yet to confirm, mind you – because of all of the “social programs and benefits” the Venezuelan leader will bring to the country for the poor and downtrodden. And that’s all fine and dandy, but when he walked in to the emergency room yesterday because his daughter was “ill”, guess who got carte blanche and whisked away ahead of all those that had been waiting before them?
Now Im off to the hospital and I may be AFK for a few days. Please keep my Mom in your prayers. Prendanle una velita.