Kaposi Sarcoma

28.02.17 / News / Author: Martin
Tags: body

The Manual of protocols and procedures for the service of transplants, coludidos with high levels of liver enzymes I sent back to the past! On a Monday afternoon, walked through the door of hospitalization, he was dressed with a shirt of strength that I had put Dr. Martin Padilla, carrying a briefcase and in my right hand carrying the order of hospitalization, my hand walked Marujita, pursued by demons and ghosts, enter that door was insane! The guards reviewed the order and opened the Briefcase and only found clothes and fears, the nurse on duty received us with joy and told me pointing bed 503 behold his bed!, a shiver I invaded, on that old cot had seen several friends die, in that old cot agonice resucite, however smiled and I thanked him, temerosamente bring me Hello! – I told him – and I installed in the roomat my sides Jean Pierre, Ana and Raquelita, fought against the death, they had encephalopathy, acute rejection of the Hand graft and Kaposi Sarcoma I put clothing of the Hospital, took me vital signs, placed me one way and began with punctures, it promised to post them until the time of my discharge, Marujita went and I stayed more only that never, night was installed at the Hospital with your routine always, shift change, personal which wasstaff that entered, chatter everywhere, the hours passed by, far away listening to fund series there is room, Magali TV, I received my medications and shut off the lights to sleep time!, the next day expect me a tiring day biopsy, hincadas, pain, fasting, hemoperitoneum risk, risk of laparotomy. Since the transplanted me, early one morning at 3 am, since that date, I tend to wake me up at that time and that night was no exception, around 3 am I woke up, I opened my eyes in a corner was asleep in an armchair, nurse did the technique, patients agonizaban and while I accommodated in old Miseria to try to sleep, as I usually do every day suddenly! a few arms and hands open and friendly, waving in that room dark hospital were Wilfredo, Americo, Roosevelt and others, which smiled against my stupor smiled while I trembled, opened his hands while I was trying to scream, shoulders while my words are choked in that hollow void of my throat how are? from where they come? you do here? and cirrhosis ascites, your encephalopathy, your metastasis and so many questions I wanted to do them, but the words refused to come out, were more acobardadas than me. .