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Allegro Tempestoso: A Day in the Life of a Cardiac Surgeon
Contributor(s): Niesluchowski, Witold Stanislaw (Author)
ISBN: 0998092231     ISBN-13: 9780998092232
Publisher: Witold Niesluchowski
OUR PRICE:   $8.99  
Product Type: Paperback
Published: November 2017
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BISAC Categories:
- Fiction | Medical
Physical Information: 0.09" H x 6" W x 9" (0.15 lbs) 36 pages
Themes:
- Topical - Family
 
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After a lot of physical suffering and mental wrangling, you've decided on a surgeon who will operate on your heart. You've done your internet research and asked your friends for recommendations. You've made your choice and your diligence paid off. You are comfortable with this person. Or so you think.
After a tempestuous night, you wait for the surgeon in the pre-op area morning before surgery. Suddenly a thought comes to you. Who my surgeon really is? Is he a good person? How is he treating his wife? Is he good to his children? Is there any drama, any distraction in his life which would impair his decision-making during this doubtlessly complex surgery? What about the possibility, that his wife just told him she is leaving and blindsided him? What about him just finding out from his physician that his chest X-ray showed a tumor and now he, the doctor, will need a biopsy?
The surgeon comes, smiles and asks for any questions you have. He looks good, sounds confident and you are relieved. But then you remember that your friend, a nurse in the operating room, told you all these stories about drama and things which happen during the surgery. Does he scream? Curse? Throw the instruments? If so, will this behavior impact the results of your surgery?
How much do you want to be a fly on the impeccably clean wall in the OR and watch him handling possible storm
If you wonder what is going on in the operating room after they put you to sleep, this story is for you.

Contributor Bio(s): Niesluchowski, Witold Stanislaw: - Just imagine... Imagine yourself walking in an upscale suburban neighborhood. It's late evening. Through the bay window, you can see well-lit but otherwise darkly furnished room. Looks like an old-fashioned library. There is a late middle age man sitting in a partially unfolded recliner with his elbows on the armrests, hands steepled and his chin resting on them. He is dressed in green scrub suit. A surgeon? He is quiet, his eyes are open, but he doesn't see anything.. Thinking. Now imagine you are an invisible man, who, like boulder penetrating the ice surface on the lake, can go through the walls without any damage and noise. You squeeze into the room. The surgeon doesn't hear you and he can't see you. It's quiet. You look around. The room looks like a classical library from the past century. Two of the walls are covered with books. Not too many empty spaces on the shelves. He must read a lot. You look at the titles. Many art books, books about music, architecture, and history. An eclectic mix. There are also books in another language, which you don't understand. All you know they don't teach this language in high school. There are family pictures, some in elaborate frames. His wife and four children. All good looking and happy. He must be a family man. You look at the shelves and one thing strikes you. There are not many novels, but quite many "how to" books. He doesn't read much fiction. Probably all his life concentrated on bettering himself professionally and as a business owner. On the shelves, you can see small statuettes of Hippocrates and Pericles. There are also graphics from ancient Rome: Forum Romanum, Colosseum, Pantheon, Trajan's Column. The surgeon must be an ancient history lover. On the wall, you can see framed contemporary photographs of cities of Italy. Still the same culture. You look around and on the shelf, you can see the statuettes made out of small brick-like pieces of glass with inscriptions "For the Chief of Surgery..." and "For the Chief of Staff..." He is probably active in his hospital's medical staff functions. There is another plaquette "For the Physician of the Year..." His peers must respect him. Then it hits you, you hear the voices. But there are not your voices. You are hearing his thoughts. They are tumultuous, noisy, in contrast with the quiet scene in his library. He is tormented. You realize he knows that his professional career is coming to the end and is not sure what to do with the last trimester of his life. The kids are out of his house, his skills and stamina are vanishing and future is uncertain. What's next? He thinks of what had happened in his life so far. His entire life was all about reinventing himself. He has a music degree from a faraway country. He won national championship in his favorite sport. Twice. He came to this country despite political and cultural obstacles and made it. He got married and has a family he is proud of. He has vast interests in arts, history, languages, philosophy. Loves to travel. Loves to go to gym. He is proud when someone calls him a "renaissance man." Then you hear that the surgeon was struck by a thought. His face lit up and suddenly he sat up in his recliner. He realized that his life had left him with stories. Many stories. Actually he is convinced that the life, any life, is made up out of stories. He is rich. He will tell stories of his life. One way or another. He needs to reinvent himself once again. He will find the way. He just charted the path for the rest of his life. While you are seamlessly leaving his library, you know he will make it.