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0++++One night when I was the anesthesiologist on call, I was about to bring a young boy into the OR for an appendectomy. The mother seemed pleasant enough, but just as I was about to wheel him inside, she looked at me accusingly and said, “You know, my husband is in the mafia and if something happens to my son, we’ll get you.”
I stopped in my tracks and wheeled the stretcher back to where she was standing. “Are you joking?”
“No, I’m dead serious.” was her answer.
“Wait one minute; I’m going to talk to the surgeon.”
He was already gowned and gloved in the operating room. I told him what she said. He couldn’t believe his ears. He pulled off his gown and gloves and motioned me to follow him. “I’m going to talk to her,” he said.
When she saw us walking toward her, I think she suddenly realized the seriousness of what she had just said. She insisted she was only joking. Some joke, I thought. And she was anxious for us to go ahead with the operation. We took him into the OR and the surgeon took out his appendix. Everything went well.
I still think about that night and whether or not she was serious. It was around the time John Gotti, alias the Teflon Don, had a neighbor, who ran over his son by accident, murdered.
Was this woman “married to the mob?” Was she the real deal? I’ll never know.