CHAPTER TWELVE My Hospitalization Arrangements were made for me to stay at my daughters in Kingston. There were so many pre-operative sessions to attend and many tests to see my condition and strength to undergo an operation of this magnitude. The day was set for the twenty-fifth of August. Be there at seven am they said. I was there and so were all my children. They all were seemingly being in a good frame of mind and were chatting with me and being positive.
That morning I showered and used the antibacterial soap they gave me with a special brush and I scrubbed my chest area until the skin tingled. They got me ready and sitting with my family in a special room for immediate members of my family. An hour went by and I waited trying to make friendly conversation. Then another hour was gone and I was waiting.
My thoughts went back to the nurse in the registration room. What religion are you, they asked? This always scared the hell out of me because there are kind of final questions if all goes wrong. I said I am a Faithist, what she said was “I never heard of that one before”. Why I didn’t say that I was a Catholic or a Protestant never crossed my mind, which would be too simple. I gave her the explanation of a Faithist. A 182
