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martes, 21 de julio de 2009

Crónicas de un cerebro enfermo IV.

7 de febrero de 2008

Salgo para Houston, Texas este sábado (9 de febrero), donde seré evaluada por alrededor de 3 a 5 días. MD Anderson es el centro de tratamiento de cáncer más prestigioso del mundo. Un equipo interdisciplinario estará a cargo de la evaluación. El equipo incluye desde sicólogos (encargados de remitir al paciente al "suicide hotline") y agentes de "Home Land Security" (que interceptan las llamadas de pacientes deprimidos sin seguro de vida por si a Al Quaeda se le ocurriera reclutarlos por unos cuantos millones de dólares), hasta oncólogos y neurocirujanos, que velan por la salud del paciente de modo que salgan del hospital con la cabeza en su sitio. El Dr. Victor Levin es quien estará principalmente a cargo de mi caso. Tras la evaluación, sabré cuáles son los tratamientos disponibles y cuál es el mejor para mi. Si el tratamiento involucrara una segunda cirugía, extendería mi estadía en Houston. Estaré en Texas por un mínimo de dos semanas y por un máximo de tres. La evaluación se realizará en una clínica, pero si hubiera alguna cirugía, me hospitalizarían por unos 7 días. Mi amiga Rose Marie Bernier me acompañará a Houston y Jaime se quedará en Puerto Rico, de "baby sitter" de Danilo (que ya tiene 18 años), de Carla (12) y las dos "nenas" de Rose Marie, Rita (18) y Mariel (19). Estos niños sufrirán mucho bajo el cuidado de un padre-abuelo consentidor.

Después de finalizar todos los arreglos con el MD Anderson de Houston, me vine a enterar de que hay otro MD Anderson en Madrid. !De haberlo sabido antes...! Pero, después de todo, el de Texas es el más famoso. Además, les aseguro que con sólo pisar el aeropuerto de Barajas, se me hubiese olvidado a qué iba. Habría habido una ventaja, sin embargo: no hubiese tenido que preocuparme de arreglos de alojamiento en hotel. ¿Quién necesita dormir en Madrid? Además, como estamos en cuaresma, con tanto peregrinaje entre bares de tapas, museos y visitas a amigos, no habría tenido tiempo para cumplir con las citas médicas. Aún en el caso de que hubiese llegado a la oficina de algún doctor, habría olvidado la razón de tal visita. ¿Pero de qué tumor habla usted, doctor? ¿Has perdido la cabeza, idiota? Estuvo perdida por seis horas el 9 de diciembre, pero ahora estoy en el paraíso. Ven, la ventaja de ir al MD Anderson de Houston es que aun en el peor de los casos, con un ambiente tan extremadamente saludable, la vida me parecerá larguííííísima.

Seguiré comunicándome con ustedes por correo electrónico. Mi teléfono celular es: 787-309-5027.

Un abrazo,

Carmen

February 10, 2008

My friend Rose Marie and I arrived last night at Houston, Texas. We took a taxi for a one hour trip to the hotel. Guess what? Our taxi driver was an old guy from Jordan who immediately told us that he loves Spanish women but he has had very bad luck with them. Since my friend and I are kind of crazy, we started telling him that perhaps that had happened to him because he has not made the 5 prayers a day prescribed by Muhammad. Of course, he answered that he prays 5 times a day. Then, we went on to ask him if he was sure he was praying looking towards the east because Texas was so flat and it was kind of difficult to establish location. He sword to God that he was doing all the right things, but he kept ending up with these women from Central America who will suck up all his money and refuse to cook, do the laundry or do anything good for him. Then I asked him how he was praying to Allah. He said that he asked not to have another lazy, inconsiderate and thief wife. Then, I said, you know something, that's the wrong prayer to make to Allah. You should tell him what you want, not what you don't, and that I knew for sure because I asked to God for an honest husband, who will cook and do the laundry for me and (insh Allah) I found a guy from South America just like that! My friend is divorced, but she lied and said that the same happened to her and she married an honest husband who cooks and do the laundry for her. After this, the guy wanted to take us to an Arabic restaurant or to meet us the next day because he loves "Spanish" women. We told him that I was a cancer patient and needed to go to medical appointments. The guy reminded us that the clinic is closed on Sundays and that he was a guy that doesn't smoke or drink, and was sharing his home with another guy as honest and neat as him... I guess that either he knew that we were joking about God granting us the perfect husbands after making just the right prayer, or he was looking again towards another disastrous relationship for him and his honest friend: with two women who don't cook, don't do the laundry, but after all, are honest enough to be straight forward about it.

After arriving to the hotel and making the check-in, we went to a close by diner that had a waiter from Louisiana. It seems that he was brought by Katrina to spice-up our lives in Houston. We made the same mistake that the guy from Jordan made when praying to God. We told him that our soup, fish and seafood should not be spicie and he gave us a Cajun soup, a spicie catfish and spicie shrimps. He was a disaster, but kept apologizing and smiling all the time, so, we decided not to give him a bad time. After all, we dressed our own salads and they were good. Then, I asked him for a decaf, and please, not to put any kind of spice in it. He brought me tea, but not any tea, but a tea that has been accidentally mixed with coffee. I couldn't stop laughing! Of course, I didn't drink the potion. I learned my own lesson! I have to ask for what I want, not what I don't want.

Next day was better than I expected. A friend called us, took us in the morning to an Episcopalian mass were we confessed our past sins (including the lies that we told the Jordanian taxi driver) and the ones to come, even though Christians stupidly thing that a sick body cannot sin. Right after church, we went to Kemah, a water front, to have good seafood, and after that, to the area of Rice University to have coffee in a French place. We also drove around the hospital area because I wanted to know were I am heading tomorrow.

I don't know if I can resist this tendency to make up stories and getting into trouble for it. Well, after all, I thing that the Jordanian old guy has had a lot of fun listening to all our lies!

Love,
Carmen

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