On Friday evening around 6:00 PM, we checked Lisa out of St. Joseph Hospital and headed home. On the way we picked up some sushi takeout and we were looking forward to a quiet evening at home. We were 5 miles from the local hospital when we got a phone call from our local oncologist. He said that he had just talked to an MGH neurosurgeon who told him that Lisa should come immediately to the MGH emergency room and they would be expecting her. He didn’t know any details, just that we should go.
When an MGH neurosurgeon tells you to go to the emergency room, you turn the car around.
We shared sushi in the darkness of the car as we tried to comprehend the meaning of this abrupt change of plans. Were they going to observe her over the weekend? Were they going to operate? What were they thinking?