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The name Michael Reese was totally strange to me as were the names of any hospital. At the time Michael Reese Hospital, a prestigious teaching hospital, pioneered in polio rehabilitation techniques. Our family physician, Dr. Imre Horner, was on staff there. He arranged to get me in.
Michael Reese (MR), on 29th and Ellis Avenue, is four and a half miles straight east from Contagious Disease Hospital (CDH). The two hospitals were relatively close to each other, but the difference between them was enormous. CDH was a government operated public facility designed to control or prevent the spread of communicable disease. Michael Reese was a private hospital in business for curing disease.
I didn’t need curing when I entered MR. I needed rehabilitation, and Reese had a strong polio rehab center. The polio virus damaged many of my muscles. My body needed a program of training and exercise to teach the remaining muscles to substitute for the damaged ones that didn’t work; weak muscles needed strengthening.
The aides slid me off the ambulance cart to a hospital cart and wheeled me through miles of corridors and into an elevator. Up it went, then, a ride through more corridors to a room on the sixth floor. Immediately, I noticed the rooms at MR were different from at CDH. The walls were solid except for one which had a window looking outside. It was dark when we arrived and I couldn’t see out of the window, but I saw stars and city lights. At CDH, with all of its glass walls, there was never a ray of sunshine or outside light to see.
“One, two, three…..move” and I was on the bed in a new home. There was a second bed in the room, another difference between the two hospitals. A young man just lay there smiling at me.
He welcomed me with a big “hello.” He had dark curly hair with bushy black eyebrows and a contagious smile. His arms and head were the only parts of him exposed. He was very thin, nearly skin and bone.
” I’m Myron,” he said.
He also survived polio, except his paralysis affected him from the neck down to his toes. His chest muscles functioned just enough to let him expand and contract his lungs without the help of the iron lung. He had limited use of his right arm, which allowed him to scratch his nose.
Myron was three years older than me, and a senior at Steinmetz High School. We became good friends during our time together. I often wonder what happened to him and what quality of life he had. I’m sure he had a much harder time than me because he never regained the use of his muscles like I did.
Life at Michael Reese improved over that of the Contagious Disease Hospital. There were no restrictions on getting up to walk around the room. Visitors actually came in to sit and talk without a chalk board. I saw more of my friends. Mom even brought some of the girls to see me. I recall Mary Ann Pavel from Woodlawn as one.
The window looked out on the back-end of the hospital. The view provided a look at the roof with lots of steaming vents and pigeons. Way in the distance, the buildings of the loop were in view. Chicago didn’t have many sky scrapers yet, so I didn’t see the spectacular skyline of today, but I did see a 1953 skyline. Soldier’s Field blocked any view of Lake Michigan just four blocks away to the east. I didn’t care, I loved the new home.
- Forward Progress (grumpajoesplace.com)
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Last week, a friend of mine went to see a doctor at Saint James Hospital. Without getting into the specifics of why he was there, I will tell his story. The man is very tall, perhaps six foot four or taller. He is a big guy. He weighs in at two-ninety or more. When I look at him he doesn’t appear to be obese, but he is a big guy. 
