The toughest part for Maya was using a butter knife to scrape off dirt and grime that fell on her face working underneath the Vanagon. No father-daughter dance for her. For Gary, it was too many stubborn bolts that wouldn’t turn.
The general anesthetic hadn’t fully kicked in when I was rushed into the operating room. I found myself conscious on the operating table but unable to move a muscle or communicate. I was listening to the surgeons talking with each other as they began reopening the incisions from my first surgery. I was screaming at them but the screams were all in my head.
Pediatrician Dave Danis said his “knees weakened and he was brought to tears” when he discovered 700-800 3M N95 masks in his barn over the weekend. Like everyone on the front lines of medicine, Danis, who is chairman of pediatrics at Beverly Hospital, plies his trade in abject fear of catching the Coronavirus as precious supplies of Personal Protective Equipment (PPE) dwindle.