I'm a
lucky person. Lucky because of my family, every one, and my
friends, every one. Lucky to live in Buffalo. Lucky that
Roswell Park Cancer Institute is in Buffalo.
I'm lucky that until age 72, I had never been hospitalized for
anything serious, or surgery that required general anesthesia.
Lucky that when I did need it, I went to Roswell.
Those who know me know that I have spent countless hours, days and
nights in hospitals: E.R.'s, ICU's, waiting rooms, SNF's, Rehab
Centers and medical units. I think that if I could subtract
from my age all the time I've spent in the aforementioned medical
facilities, I'd be only 25 years old!
Sadly, those visits were not because of my ailments, but
worse, for those of my loved ones. You may also know that I've
often said that I believe that everyone has their own version of
heaven when they pass on, and that in my heaven, I'll
be in charge of the doctors.
Having seen all those others, and after having been treated at
Roswell, I can say unequivocally that the hospital, its physicians,
P.A.'s, nurses, nurses aides, housekeeping staff; everything and
everyone else "Roswell" that I experienced, should be the
model for every other hospital in Western New York. |
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