ABSTRACT
THE CASE Saturday November 6th 2015 was the worst day of my life. I’m writing this all down afterwards, hoping it will somehow help placate me. Most events that day will remain with me till the day I die. My husband, cursed with a photographic memory, helped fill out the blanks, the moments I was too far gone to be aware of what was happening around me. The only part neither of us witnessed was the emergency procedure in the operating theatre. I was anaesthetised and my husband, Awraham, was not allowed in. But we don’t have any complaints about the surgical procedure, as opposed to the preceding events that were fraught with erroneous judgement calls. A veritable healthcare meltdown, as Awraham would later describe it.
