Marise Mc Neeley

Pathologists play a role you might not notice until you need one. Marise Mc Neeley sits at 550 1st Ave in Kips Bay, a quiet stretch where glossy offices meet the steady hum of Midtown-bound foot traffic. If you follow the grid east of Fifth Avenue, you’ll pass enough glass and steel to make a diagnosis feel like just another errand.

Here, fine-needle aspiration can be done with or without imaging, and they handle both sides of the glass slide—cytology for quick answers, histology when deeper cuts are required. Molecular testing arrives in batches sent by courier, so the work cycles from sample to sequence without fanfare. Small lesions? Fine-needle aspiration will often do it; large ones? Core biopsies still set the standard. Either way, the result lands in digitally secured inboxes before the courier clock hits five.

The phone line stays open; on the other end, staff coordinate courier pickups and patient SLIDESPATH forms. No waiting room drama—just another routine transport that keeps a slim envelope moving toward the lab bench within hours. Shipments don’t wait overnight unless the patient can’t make the clinic window.

A quick map (https://www.google.com/maps/place?ftid=0x89c2590fa6303dcb:0x3da3f4c525501c0a) drops you at the building’s south entrance. Call (212) 263-7300 and exchange codes—your sample code, their accession number—and the courier usually circles in under ninety minutes. Between Kips Bay’s orderly avenues and the hospital clusters to the west, it’s a quiet corner for what can’t be said aloud.