We're Having Surgery in May

The lobby at Shriners Hospital was quiet, and it was just Natacha, Valeria, and I waiting there in the chill month of March. On the wall, there was a long horizontal painting of joyful kids in crutches and wheel chairs arriving to the finish line helped by men wearing fez, the red mason hat, which looks like a bucket upside down; it might look a bit funny, but the task that the masonry do is extremely serious; it raises money for the Shriner’s Hospital for Children like this one in Philadelphia, which we were visiting for the first time.

Part of the painting in the lobby of Shriners Hospital for Children in Philadelphia

After filling out forms, we went to the doctors waiting area. We sat in front of a teenage girl, who had prosthetic legs. She was missing her left forearm, and her right arm was almost complete, except that she only had two fingers in her hand. All this didn’t stop her from texting on her cel phone super fast.  When she and her mother stood up to leave; the elevator door, which was about twenty feet away, opened, and the girl ran to hold it for her mom, “Come’on mom!” she said. I was so glad to see that she was just a typical hyperactive teenager.

A few minutes later we were called into the doctor’s office. There was a patient’s bed cover with paper, which Valeria prompted to rip apart; I threw away the mess before the doctor came in, rolled over more paper on the bed, but hurricane Valeria was quick to rip everything apart again, and that was when Dr. Alburger, the foot surgeon, came in. In his early sixties, with silver hair, and a gentle voice, Dr. Alburger didn’t mind the mess. “She’s very strong; she kicks hard”, he said, examining her legs. “Do you have the X-Rays?” he asked. I gave him the CD, which his assistant took away to open up. I also gave him the X-Rays plaques we had brought from Cuba, old school, but effective; he put it against the light box, and saw what Valeria had.

He mentioned the mirror foot, how he was going to operate, and then he added, “On the right foot, I’ll do the surgery on the inside part, so the scar is not visible.” That comment was unexpected because I was more concern on the functionality of the foot, rather than the esthetics, but he was concerned about all the angles, which hinted we were in good hands.

“We can go into surgery anytime; talk to my assistant to set up a day.” He said.

“But we thought we had to wait until she’s a year old.” I mentioned.

“We can do it anytime.” He responded.

After he left, his assistant told us May was opened. She also said, “the surgery will take from 3 to 4 hours. She will stay over night with one of the parents, and will have a cast for 3 or 4 weeks.”

We were happy after meeting Dr. Alburger, and astonished to have the surgery soon. Shriners Hospital had been great, and we still had to meet the hand surgeon.

Valeria is unaware of the harm she has caused to the extraordinary people of Shriners Hospital for Children