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A quote: “When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.” ~~ Alexander Graham Bell
I’ll start with a story …
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I was “Doc” because of my corpsman background. Didn’t keep me from feeling inadequate as the only medical person to look after a few hundred townie souls … and counting.
It was a ragged group, the scouts brought me. Yet, I was struck by the straight backs and clear eyes. But when I came to their leader, I gasped at the twisted fingers on his hands.
“Yes, I displeased them. I was a surgeon who refused their orders and … ”
He smiled, “I still have my brains, son. You be my hands and I’ll teach you everything I know.”
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Now, it’s your turn.
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Sheila Garrett says: “No,have a seat. It’s OK, we’ll wait here.”
Grant sat down, but as the cow tossed her head and thrashed her legs uselessly, he rose, pacing back and forth.
She mooed again, a long low call.
“You’ve got to do something! Can’t you see she’s in pain!”
“It’s alright. Just watch.”
Suddenly the cow lurched to her feet, and a bundle fell to the ground. She turned and Grant watched as the cow turned to begin cleaning her newborn calf. His legs buckled and he hit the ground on his knees.
“See, she was fine the whole time. Just delivering her offspring like every other female on the planet is meant to do.”
Grant watched as the calf tottered to its feet and after a few minutes of searching began to nurse. He began to tremble and then to sob, burying his face in his hands. The old farmer went to him, putting an arm around his shoulders.
After a long time he looked at the farmer, “M-My name is Grace.”
“It’s alright,Honey. It’s all right.” she said.
Cameron says: The old man growled in impatience. “Hurry up, doctor. I need to be out of here.”
“It’s a shame you people destroyed the old medical system. A simple infection would not have been enough to stop you back then.”
“Do you know who I am?” he said in exasperation.
He nodded. “Yes. A Senator on the run and heading towards Mexico. Do you know who I am?”
The Senator went pale. “No…you died.”
“My family did, yes. I survived what you did. That is why you will survive what I do.”
The Senator screamed as the doctor got to work.
We were in fourth grade when we went to the museum. I still remember the pioneer town exhibit — not the pioneers who settled Mars, but the ones who settled the old frontier, back on Earth.
Everything seemed so terribly primitive, enough to make us wonder how human beings survived under such conditions. The docent pointed out that a lot of people didn’t — if disease or injury didn’t fell you, the era’s primitive notions of medicine might be just as deadly. Although the germ theory was taking shape in the universities of France and the newly united German Empire, those ideas were still trickling across the Atlantic, and most frontier doctors were still using the ancient Four Humors system, or Galen’s miasma theory, that contagion was in vapors that rose on the night air.
Looking back, I can see how that encounter planted the seed of my present career. I just might’ve had an easier road of it if I’d been more willing to let go of my initial dream of being a doctor and focus on the mathematical side of things when my struggles with biology and chemistry became obvious.
Dupin says: Next was the restored post hospital of this old frontier fort. Everything from the hospital beds to the doctor’s smock seemed authentic, the beds no more than thin mattresses covering wooden cots.
Pondering this…how they cared for the sick and wounded here….
It seemed someone was here, or three. One checked a second on the bed, then shook his head. As the third intoned a prayer, a loud, rattling breath left the second.
I blinked, the vision gone. Had the wind rattled the window. I stared again at the bed, but nothing now. But it had been that way…once.
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