September 5, 2014
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Joan Rivers, the iconic comedienne known for her irreverent brand of humor, has died. Rivers passed away on Thursday, only 1 week after undergoing an outpatient medical procedure at a swanky clinic on New York City’s upper east side. Although her family and friends held out hope that she could recover from her failed procedure and medically induced coma and return to a normal life, it was just not meant to be.
The New York State Department of Health is currently investigating the clinic to determine what may have gone wrong during Rivers’ procedure that caused her to go into cardiac arrest and eventually pass away.
Interestingly, I was a patient at the very same clinic with the very same doctors, having the very same procedure only days before Joan Rivers. Wanting to be proactive about my gastrointestinal health, I went to the Yorkville Endoscopy Outpatient Center in New York City and submitted to the 20 minute endoscopy procedure to scope my throat, stomach and intestines. The doctors were thoroughly trained and well educated, the clinic was highly recommended and the procedure was quick and painless. I received anesthesia, just as Joan Rivers did, then I woke up 30 minutes later with results of my throat and stomach and was sent home.
My procedure, just like millions of outpatient procedures performed every year, went without a hitch. Whatever happened to Joan Rivers in that very same building with the very same team of 4 medical professionals who worked with me, we may never know. What we do know is that a horrific set of circumstances must have taken place that day to send Rivers into cardiac arrest and eventually end her life. It also proves there is no such thing as a “minor procedure.”
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Joan Rivers was truly a comedic icon. She was never afraid to speak her mind and was always quick to say the things many of us were thinking, but just didn’t have the balls to say. Her wish was to pass away on stage, or to at least keep the world laughing after her death. In honor of Joan, we continue to laugh and laugh on in her name.
Joan Rivers was 81.
“When I die (and yes, Melissa, that day will come; and yes, Melissa, everything’s in your name), I want my funeral to be a huge showbiz affair with lights, cameras, action…. I want Kraft Services, I want paparazzi and I want publicists making a scene!
I want it to be Hollywood all the way. I don’t want some rabbi rambling on; I want Meryl Streep crying, in five different accents. I don’t want a eulogy; I want Bobby Vinton to pick up my head and sing Mr. Lonely.
I want to look gorgeous, better dead than I do alive. I want to be buried in a Valentino gown and I want Harry Winston to make me a toe tag. And I want a wind machine so that even in the casket my hair is blowing just like Beyoncé’s.”
– Joan Rivers
