Leaving the hospital

I got up early on a Wednesday morning to race to Walmart. It was an attempt to dodge crowds. It didn't work. 

My mother gave me a shopping list.

In her mercurial manner she asked for basics: Secret Deodorant, Kleenex, lens cleaners, and wipes for her hands and such. I think it was hard for her. She's a proud person who doesn't ask for much, even when should.

When I walked in the lobby of the hospital,  I saw a woman at the front desk that I've literally seen more than a dozen times in the last month. She’s thin, white with stringy blonde hair and always looks a little sad. 

She knew my name and my mom’s name and  immediately scribbled out my visitor pass. 

She said, “You look tired.”

“Can't help that,” I responded.

She handed me the pass and before I walked away she asked.

“Is today the big day?”

“Yes. Ma is scheduled for rehab,” I said. 

“Great,” she said with a smile. “I don't ever want to see you here again.”

We laughed.

 “Deal,” I said.

We shook hands.

Because medicine in 2023 is medicine in 2023, she went to rehab two days later.

I'd like to thank so many of you for taking the time to call, email, and text me. It’s one of those incredible, increasingly rare moments when you realize how nice people can be. 

These days I often forget that can happen. 

It's also a reminder of so many things. Above I'll try my damndest to pay this kindness forward.

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