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"Are you here all by yourself?" Her kind smile let me know that she was somebody's grandmother. Her tired eyes told me she was some young patient's grandmother.

I nodded yes, and gestured at the empty seat at the round table I was at, letting her know she could sit there. My attention turned back to whatever it was I was doing on my laptop, something that wasn't really busy enough. She plugged in her cellphone in the outlet on the colorful blue pillar near us. I figured she was just waiting for her grandchild's appointment to be over, maybe she was waiting for the Valet to bring the car around, her phone made trilling alerts. I continued tapping away, letting the familiar noises and framed Dr. Seuss pictures fade to the background in my mind. The old woman became a part of that background in my mind too.

"My granddaughter just got out of surgery. She had surgery on her back, I just came down to sit for awhile. To get away from her room, it's just so hard to see her in so much pain." I looked up from my screen as she spoke. Her elbows rested on her knees as a maroon cellphone, the kind of model where a keyboard slides out, shook in her hands. I closed the lid of my laptop and listened.
"I'm sorry to hear that. But I can understand it can be exhausting sometimes, all of this. It's good for you to take a break every now and again." She set her cellphone down on the table as she slid fingers in the space between bifocals and her eyes, she rubbed them like she was trying to see past an illusion.
"My son is in there with her right now. And he keeps sending me these texts letting me know how she is doing, the pain that she is in. No one calls anymore, everyone just texts and I hate texting." She smiled at me, knowingly because she knows that I probably hate talking on the phone and prefer texting. But I listened because it seemed that is what her she needed most.

"My granddaughter she is 17 but, mentally she is really probably about 14 or so. She had surgery on her back because she has ..sholi..sholio..something? Her back has a terrible curve in it. I am not even sure how it's pronounced."
"Oh scoliosis?" I respond. She nodded eagerly, and I took that as an opening. An opening that maybe I could venture in, although in truth I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Or, more importantly - what she was following me into.
"I have a brittle bones condition, so my bones break easily. I was basically born with scoliosis. I'm a little familiar with the back surgery because some of my friends have had it, they put a lot of hardware in there. My friends all seem to be happy with their operation."
"Oh bless your heart. I know this was probably the right decision for her but it's still hard to see her in all of that pain." I could only nod. Au Bon Pain smelled like it was baking another batch of buttery croissants behind us. A child screamed for a balloon. I saw the tip of a red shoe from the hospital clown from the corner of my eye. Her tired sighs, interrupted by the trilling noise of text message alerts, were loudest to me.

"Have you been going to Children's Hospital for a long time?" She asked me.
"Yes, I was diagnosed here. Although today was my last appointment with my pediatrician, I'll be headed to a less colorful and fun doctor's office next time." I said, trying earnestly to kid.
"Oh my! That's quite some time! My granddaughter, this is the second time she has been here. She was originally at the Children's Hospital in Florida."
"Well, you know they do say that Boston is the best place to be for children's medical care." My loyalty to the hospital, despite all of its changing construction and branding, was something I was proud about. A pride that I wanted her to find some comfort in.
"I know, I know. And I am sure the surgeon did a fine job on her. He really seemed to know his stuff, he seemed like he knew what he was doing."

Conscious of all the reassurances she had probably already been receiving, whether it was the ICU Nurse, the attending, the surgeon, the on-call staff, the pain management team..I didn't want to repeat the same words I myself have heard so many times before. It occurred to me that perhaps this somebody's grandmother wanted to be listened to by a patient. Someone who had experienced the care her granddaughter might not be capable of communicating right then.
"I've always felt safe and like my doctor would do a good job when I'm with them. At the very least, I have always gone home feeling better."
"Thank you. Thank you, that's kind of you to tell me. Well, I should probably be heading back up there again. Now you take care of yourself okay? Stop breaking so many bones!" She smiled at me as she reached over to unplug her cellphone charger and began wrapping the cord around the charger.
"I'll do my best. I hope your granddaughter has a quick recovery, I'll be thinking of you today."
"Bless your heart again dear, you have a wonderful day."

Admittedly I had ended my last appointment with my pediatrician feeling underwhelmed about where I was headed for primary care. Probably a hospital that was much less colorful, something less exciting and energetic, certainly nowhere that had cartoons playing on the t.v. in the waiting room! But as I thought about how my physician was telling me about "more adult care.." I realized that even if I don't feel totally enthused by the prospects, there are clearly those around me who see that I'm ready to move along: on to the care I will be receiving, and the kind I know I can give in return.

My legs were stronger than they had ever been, I hadn't fractured my tibias in years, and aside from lugging on leg braces - walking was effortless for me. I could be in my leg braces and walker for most of the school day, no complaints.