The Cath Lab saves Christmas

The Cath Lab saves Christmas

On Christmas Eve, the Cath Lab stepped up to get a patient home for the holidays. Below, a poem from the multitalented William Maxted, MD, expressing his thanks. Way to go, Cath Lab and team!

‘Twas the day before Christmas.
The hour was late.
My pager went off,
as if by fate.

A lady with chest pain
and an abnormal nuke.
This could take forever,
It wasn’t a fluke.

She needed a cath.
There was little doubt.
“We can do it on Thursday;
but we can’t let you out.”

“But tomorrow is Christmas.
My best day of the year.
I’m a lead choir singer.”
She held back her tears.

I thought to myself…
Could there be a way…
I looked at the clock.
Some time’s left in the day.

Vicky,  Kathy, and Debbie
called Barb and then Christine and Flip
And I, Dr. Katzen,
for a return trip.

The cath it was normal.
Her corns all looked great.
She could go home
before it was late.

To choirs, and masses,
and family and friends.
For her most special day,
from beginning to end.

Christmas gifts each have meaning
different to all
Some have boxes and ribbons.
Some none at all.

You, in the cath lab,
saved her greatest day,
with compassion and kindness
every step of the way.

And I’ll bet she exclaimed
as she rode out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all,
And to all a good night.”

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