For a mostly retired pathologist I had a busy day.
First thing was a post-mortem examination on a 40 year old male who didn’t wake up yesterday morning. Now that I think about it, with the amount of skin slippage that he had, it was probably at least 3 or 4 days ago that he didn’t wake up. He had a heart large enough to do him in.
Then I hurried to St Pius for a funeral mass for the wife of a retired surgeon. Apparently she just up and died one evening a few days ago. Another reminder that we need to treasure all our gatherings as they may be cut short at any time, so always say what needs to be said, just in case one or the other of us doesn’t wake up.
A quick lunch at home, then off to First Presbyterian where we celebrated the life of Bob W., president of the Billings Mustangs for quite a few years, and a good guy. He was known to have some kind of heart disease and fairly severe Parkinson’s disease, but as bad luck would have it, he slipped and fell while shoveling snow on 1 January, broke his hip, and then took about a month to die.
Then back to the morgue to examine a month old male whose mother was in jail and was being looked after by his step-father: not a very auspicious start in life, and not surprisingly, he didn’t get very far either. He was filled with pus in all his airways and even in his urine. The “old man’s friend” can affect the very young too.
Standing out in my mind at the end of the day was the reading from Proverbs about the good wife at the morning funeral and the eulogy from an articulate 11 year old grandson at the afternoon funeral.
What has been offered for learning today? 1) Choose your ancestors wisely; and 2) Get somebody else to shovel your driveway.
This is a small experiment in the blogosphere. "If you have no interest in what it's like to grow old, what follows is not for you. However, if it's going to happen to you, and the outcome is ultimately going to be negative, then finding a way to make the process as bearable, even as enjoyable as possible, might be worth a little attention."—from John Jerome's On Turning Sixty-Five
31 January 2008
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2 comments:
Ken, leave it to you to leave a smile after this tough-to-read post.
Now, I need to confess something. I can't tell you how many times I have checked on your blog only to wonder when you were going to get around to posting something new. Seems I've been thinking that your "Baseball in Billings" heading was a post in itself, and I never thought to actually scroll down a bit. I wonder if this has happened to any other readers?
Thanks for the tip Nicole. I will see if I can move things around.
"tough-to-read"? Was it badly written? I re-read it slowly and thought it just the reporting of an ordinary day for an itinerant pathologist aging quietly in place, admittedly a little wet or wobbly at the end but that is how we are.
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