Cardiology & Cardiac Surgery
This particular morning, as I made my rounds, I knew I had to hold up my end of the deal as I approached the door of my last patient of the morning. I had not seen him for a few days, and the last day I had with him he was not feeling well at all. "Next time we meet, I will take you out to see the daylight, I promise." He pointed a tired, but determined finger at me "you better keep your word!"
Today was the day I would take him downstairs to see the morning sky, to hear the birds chirping, to smell the early morning air. But, first things first. Clothes. Real clothes. No hospital gown for my favorite patient whom I had dubbed "Sinatra Guy." He had the eyes, attitude, and personality of the beloved star and one could not help to see a little Sinatra "spark" in those mischievous eyes. He had been with us for quite some time, and now, as he recovered from the last leg of his journey in the hospital he wanted so badly to be in real clothes and to go outside for the first time in a long time.