The nurse grabbed me and dragged me to OR 7, opened the door, and threw me in.
All hell was breaking loose inside and I hadn’t a clue what to do. There was a lot of yelling. People were running around frantically. There was blood everywhere. It looked like Beirut. I made my way to the OR table.
One thing you need to know about blood is that it is as slippery as ice before it dries on an OR floor. I got within ten feet of the operating table, and without looking up, the surgeon (Dr. Netter, I presume, for I had never met the man) yelled, “Get some gloves on and get over here!” Get over where? By you, where all the blood is shooting up? “Oh God,” I thought, “The day is just beginning.” I calmly (sort of) put on gloves and headed over to the tables of horrors.
Dr. Netter then said something that changed my life forever: “Grab the heart and hold it steady so I can get a few stitches in the hole we have here.”
As I if “grab the heart” wasn’t cool enough, he also said we as if he and I were part of this operation and would handle things together.
I peered into the open chest cavity and there was the heart.
Struggling to beat.
Surrounded in a blood bath.
It looked like a large, deformed matzo ball floating in tomato soup.
I reached in firmly yet gently closed my hand around the heart and around my future.
Well, that was it for me.
Love at first sight.
Love at first touch.
I knew that this was exactly what I wanted.
To touch the human heart every day.
I absolutely love this woman. If you haven’t read her book, you need to do so asap! Such an inspiration.