Medical and Other Adventures in Chennai

Mahabalipuram and Chennai, India
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“You need a D & C. We have to see what’s going on,” said Dr. Kondammal in a thick Indian accent. I nodded, numb from a virtually sleepless night after an extra-long travel day.

We had flown from Aurangabad to Mumbai and then to Chennai all before noon. After depositing our bags at Chennai’s Taj Clubhouse hotel we set off with a guide to see Mahabalipuram, one of those ancient wonders of Indian storytelling and devotion carved in stone.

Shows the stone monuments in Mahabalipuram and the many tourists who come to the UNESCO World Heritage site.

The ancient carvings are now engulfed by a seaside resort town along the Bay of Bengal on India’s southeast coast, where we enjoyed a barbecue jumbo prawn lunch.

It was a beautiful Saturday in February. The weather was perfect. Traffic was fierce. I was exhausted.

The next day, Sunday, we were to meet photographer Catherine Karnow for her South India Photo Workshop. I had been looking forward to exploring the Indian state of Tamil Nadu with Catherine for at least a year. That night I could barely wait to settle into one of the Taj’s famously comfortable beds. Tomorrow was going to be an exciting day.

About 1 am I woke up to an oddly wet bed. “OMG, it looks like a bloody murder scene,” I gasped to my husband, David. Since it was night in India, it was daytime in California. I called my gynecologist. Thankfully the office called back quickly. “You need to go to the ER.” It was another OMG moment. We were in India, 10,000 miles from home. It was the middle of the night. What now?

David went downstairs to the front desk. It was a Taj, one of India’s—actually the world’s—premiere hotel groups. By the time I was dressed a car and driver were ready to whisk us to the hospital. One of the hotel duty managers came along in case we needed translation help. Off we went to the Apollo Hospital ER, just 10 minutes away. This stop was definitely not on our planned itinerary!

My medical adventure begins

I hate ERs at home. The interminable waits. Not knowing what’s happening next. The anxiety. That night I had a double dose of anxiety. I was anxious about the medical issue … and I was anxious about the quality of medicine in India. What kind of care was I going to get? Was it going to make things better … or worse?

To relax, I tried to focus on what was similar and what was different. I was seen right away. That was unusual. The nurses and MDs were definitely interested in my blood pressure. It was high. Hardly a surprise. I was outwardly calm, but the cuff didn’t lie. They also asked lots of questions about my blood sugar. I guessed that diabetes is a public health issue in India. Speculating took my mind off myself. I calmed down. Slightly.

David filled out the necessary paperwork. The friendly MDs, all speaking perfect English, told me to come back the next morning, Sunday, when the gynecologist would be available between 10 and noon. I was to report to the Apollo Cradle Hospital a few blocks away. “Cradle,” I wondered. Oh, the hospital for mothers, babies and other gynecological issues.

Around 3 am the guys on the front desk welcomed us back to the hotel. The room was spotless. At breakfast Sunday morning the chef offered to make me anything the doctor recommended. “Anything,” he reiterated. I was comforted and amused. Indians believe deeply in the medicinal properties of food. I felt embraced by Indian hospitality. Off we went to Apollo Cradle.

We arrived before 10 to get on the list early. The doctor was not yet in. We settled in to wait. In the meantime pregnant women arrived with family entourages clutching pillows and baskets of food. Eventually an imposing middle-aged woman dressed in a long sari came in and strode purposefully up the stairs. “You can go up now,” the receptionist told us.

Once in Dr. Kondammal’s office we told her the saga. She kindly ushered me into a curtained-off exam area for a quick pelvic. Back at her desk, she told us that I would need a D & C procedure. “I’ll get you in tomorrow so you can get on with your trip. Come back at 7 am. Don’t eat anything because you’ll be getting anesthesia.” Her clear business-like tone gave me confidence.

Dr. Kondammal and Ellen during a follow-up visit when we returned to Chennai two weeks later.

Parallel play

I was still tired and definitely anxious, but it was only 11:30. No need to give up our original plans. First there was lunch with two of our son Ben’s international work colleagues. They had never met in person, but spoke often on company calls. That’s one of the upsides of international teams: friends from around the world.

David, Ellen, Belaji and Sundar at brunch at the Taj Clubhouse in Chennai.

We had to scurry from lunch to join our photo group. We met in the hotel bar. But no welcome wine for me. I couldn’t drink anything because of the meds Dr. Kondammal prescribed to stop the bleeding. As I sat there trying to absorb new names and faces, fatigue washed over me.

During introductions, Catherine asked about our goals for the trip. I stammered something. “You want your photos to go from good to wow,” Catherine said, rescuing me. Yes, that’s right, I want to take my photos from good to wow. At that moment I wasn’t sure I even knew how to operate a camera.

And with that, we were off to our first photo group adventure. The dozen of us split up into four auto-rickshaws for a wild ride through Chennai, India’s fourth largest city. David and I went with Tricia Cronin, fellow San Franciscan and Catherine’s co-leader.

Tricia Cronin behind the “wheel” of our auto-rickshaw in Chennai.

Did I mention that Tricia is willing to try almost anything? She’s an eternal optimist with a warm spirit and infectious laugh. She plunked herself in the front seat right next to the driver. Tricia grabbed the wheel and started steering … and laughing. “I’m driving,” she squealed.

Catherine’s auto-rickshaw snuck up on our right. Click, click went three cameras. It was the paparazzi. Tricia was our star. She and our driver pulled away with gales of laughter. Medical procedure? What medical procedure? Tomorrow was far, far away.

But first there was a warm and gracious introduction to India. Catherine had arranged for us to meet Krithika Subrahmanian, an architect who designed one of the hotels we would stay in later, for a slide show and discussion at her studio and an amazing vegetarian dinner at her beautiful home.

Krithika Subrahmanian and Catherine Karnow at our South India Photo Workshop welcome event.

As evening fell, my anxiety wormed its way back. Luckily I was able to take advantage of being with an in-the-know local. “Is the Apollo Hospital OK,” I asked Krithika. “You’ll be in good hands,” she reassured me.

Apollo Cradle

At 7 am we were directed to go upstairs and sit next to Dr. Kondammal’s office door. The waiting room, initially empty, filled quickly as patients drifted in with their families. The big desk in the center of the room became a hive of activity as young women in uniform turquoise saris began directing traffic. Dr. Kondammal’s assistant sent me on a round of individual visits to doctors and techs in offices spaced around the waiting room. The first stop was for height, weight and BP. Then I got an ultrasound, an EKG and finally consulted with the anesthesiologist. “We’ll give you the Michael Jackson drug,” he promised.

It was all amazingly efficient. But there was a wrinkle. My BP was too high. I just wanted to get it done and move on with our trip. What now?

Dr. Kondammal prescribed a pill to move things along. “If you blood pressure is high from anxiety, this will fix it. Come back at 5.”  To get the pill, we had to pay in advance. No billing here, at least for foreigners. We had to pay upfront for everything. David went to the casher’s office to pay and brought an official slip of paper back to the dispensing desk. I took the pill, and we went back to the hotel to rest. We were back at Apollo Cradle at the appointed hour.

About 7 pm, they told me to go up to the third floor for the procedure. David was sent to the admissions desk to fill out even more paperwork and show them my passport. Everything went smoothly until a clerk said, “We can’t admit her. This is the wrong kind of visa.” I was, of course, traveling on a normal tourist visa, not a medical tourist visa. Fortunately a call upstairs to Dr. Kondammal confirmed the emergency. All the protocols were satisfied. Finally!

From then on everything was in Dr. Kondammal’s hands. I stretched out my arm for the IV. The next thing I knew, I was awake and impatient to get back to the hotel and the rest of our trip.

Southern India awaits

The photo tour was leaving early the next morning for the southern city of Madurai. We delayed our departure for a day to rest and see a bit more of Chennai. We spent a few hours at the Government Museum which showcases a collection of spectacular Chola bronzes dating from the 9th century.

Natesa, dancing Shiva, one of the spectacular Chola bronzes at the Government Museum in Chennai, India

Natesa, a dancing Shiva, one of the spectacular Chola bronzes at the Government Museum in Chennai, India

It would be at least 10 days before Dr. Kondammal would get the pathology report. By the time we reconnected, we had explored much of southern Tamil Nadu and were finally getting into the routine of our photo tour.

“The labs show some anomalies in the cells,” Dr. Kondammal told me matter of factly via What’sApp. “Do we need to go home?” I asked, more worried about canceling the rest of the trip than my medical prognosis. “No, another month won’t make any difference. But see your gynecologist immediately when you get home. You’ll need a hysterectomy.”

Sigh. My medical adventures weren’t over, but my medical adventures in India were.

Epilog

I had my surgery at UCSF in San Francisco. The pathology reports were clean, no signs of cancer. When I texted Dr. Kondammal to tell her the good news, she replied a string of emojis: 🙏 🙏 🙏 👍 👍 👌 🌺 🌺 plus a flower-filled get-well card!

So warm. So charming. So Indian.

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26 Comments

  1. Ellen,
    Wow! Quite an experience. Glad to hear that you’re okay.
    Glenn

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  2. Glad to hear you are OKAY! I guess you’ll do almost anything to increase your followers.
    Love
    Ellie & Marty

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    • Ellen,
      THAT was an adventure for sure. Funny we question the medical quality in India when so many of the doctors in the US are Indian! All’s well that ends well! I’d say you’ve had enough of India!!!
      Fred and Shelly

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      • All true … except for the part about having enough of India. It’s a wonderful country with fascinating history and landscapes and lovely people. The hospitality in the hotels is amazing. I’d go back in a minute except for the crazy long flight from San Francisco and the even longer list of places we haven’t been yet!

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  3. Ellen and David,
    That is a heart warming story of anxiety, fear and wonderful medical care in India! So glad all of that is now behind you and you and David can continue on with the adventure of your life together. And you make me want to return to India to see more of what you saw!

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  4. What an adventure…not what you bargained for. But glad you’re well. Your photos are a definite WOW. What’s next on your agenda? More India or something else?

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  5. Oh, Ellen, I’m so sorry to hear about your medical complications but your spirit of resilience and adventure is undaunted. You obviously got some WOW! pictures (not entirely the ones you wanted) ,and I hope you’re fully settled in at home now and enjoying your favorite summer thing–FOG!

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  6. Whoa! More adventures than bargained for. I’m in awe of your optimistic outlook and resilience. And reminded of what a truly good writer you are. Glad for the happy ending. 🙏🏼

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  7. What a harrowing experience, but you seemed to handle it very well. Glad you are feeling better and hope you start planning another exciting trip.

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  8. Terrific piece with a terrific ending.

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  9. All is well that ends well. Welcome to your “regular” writing and viewing. I was missing your writings and did enquire about you with Paul, and he did tell me about your “escapades” with medical facilities in India! People all over the world are good, if you too are good!

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  10. Thanks everyone for your kind thoughts and good wishes! Here’s to my many new friends in India for their compassion and caring and to my friends here at home.

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  11. Thanks for sharing such an intimate, personal experience. Your words and photos helped us feel what you went through and appreciate the care you received. Best of all, your story ended happily. May you have many medically-free treks to come.

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  12. Hi Ellen,
    My friend Susan Werbe sent me to your blog. Wow. Great photos. Interesting story about your medical adventure. I had a hysterectomy in November to avoid the possibility of an emergency while in India in January for a month All fine now – perhaps that’s why I was tired while there!😋

    My husband and I have been in India about 10 times – we started a tour 3000 years of Jewish India.

    Let’s compare (good)experiences sometime soon!

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  13. So glad you are ok Ellen! Quite a saga. You were brave to have treatment in India. All’s well that ends well but I’m sorry you had to go through that. Hope you are fine now!

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  14. Lovely story, lovely people, those Indians, aren’t they? Just love the ending of your post and glad you are fine!!!!

    Abhi is coming to visit with his wife in Sept. I think he will be in SF, too.

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    • “Overlooked places” indeed!!! So sorry you had to learn (the hard way) about Indian medical care, but so thankful that you and David are safely home . Stay well.

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  15. Oh my gosh!!! Ellen, I’m so glad that you’ve had the procedure and no problems. All in all it seems that the experience was an adventure but you felt that the folks in India really wanted to take care of you. That’s great news. What a saga…… hope you were reimbursed for all the medical bills in India!

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  16. So happy to see In-Site come back with a spectacular re-entry! It’s amazing that you can write to well, wittily, and in-sitefully about facing the unknowns both inside and outside of you — and take beautiful photos while going through it all. Brava to the writer, the photographer and the patient!

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  17. I can’t imagine what this must have been like to go through, so far from home. But clearly you were in good hands throughout the ordeal. Thank you for sharing, and so glad everything worked out.

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  18. Loved it

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  19. C’est une histoire incroyable !
    Josiane

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  20. Wow!! An adventure trip for sure and not one everybody takes. I bet there are very few Apollo Cradle pictures in photo albums. I’m glad you are ok. I was so worried for you as I read along. Dying to know, we’re the pills reasonably priced?

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  21. I’m here in NYC for the last 6 weeks having lots of adventures but none as eventful as yours. Thanks for sharing the stories of the wonderful people you met in India, both the medical experts and the photography experts. Sounds like you and David had a great time despite the unwelcome medical emergency.

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  22. Dearest Ellen, I’ve finally had a few spare minutes to read this. Wow–so glad you’re ok, and so happy you got such great care. Phew!

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  23. I ended up reading this while browsing about Dr Kondammal. She is my gynecologist too. She’s the best in town. I am glad your taken care by her well.

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