Friday, 7 April 2017

Nine decades of two fingers to failure...

A good friend of mine is nearly ninety-one years old.

He lives with his lovely wife very close to The Turrets, and he is one of the nicest, and most articulate and knowledgeable people I have ever met. It is always an honour and a pleasure to hear him recall incidents from many years ago, about his travels and work abroad, his brushes with famous names, how he handles his formidable Bridge passion and, then finally, he'll bring about his inevitable sparkling humour in finishing almost every breath of banter and serious discussion with a chuckle and a joyous hoot.

Just recently, I was chatting with his wife over the garden gate, and she mentioned that in a routine appointment at the doc's, they thought he ought to go for some 'tests'. They were made some way away from here, and a subsequent appointment was made for a specialist to tell him a few days afterwards, that the tests were 'inconclusive', and that they needed to repeat them all. So my dear friend has to go though the mental and physical turmoil a second time, and that has made him more worried than ever, which is not his nature. He doesn't 'do' worry!

I don't know what's happened in the last few days, but I soon will, and again, I'll agree with his dear wife, that there seems to be a cruel antipathy to letting a ninety-year-old living his last few years in harmony with all he has achieved in his honest and varied life so far, to spending hours with needles and drips and scans and pokes and earnest talks with medics and rush-hour drives to hospital and no food for twenty-four hours and the sad sight of less fortunate patients and the dread of something going on which he knows little about and used to fear less... and now the endless worry...

The list goes on, and they still can't find out if there is any reason to suspect that he may have something wrong!

It's wrong.

5 comments:

rvi said...

Very sad - and if he only has short time left on this earth he will be better off not knowing about it and should just be left in peace to enjoy whatever time is left. If I were in his shoes, I would think to myself that as the tests were "inconclusive" that means that nothing serious was found (if there was anything really serious, they would certainly have found it!) and I would just ignore them and get on with my life.

Oddly enough, there was a report in my local rag today to the effect that many doctors here doing their Housemanship training in government run hospitals and clinics were utterly useless and had no idea of what was required of them - not least, because they could not understand what patients said to them. Over 300 (so far this year) of them have already left or been dismissed. Most of them seem to have been "trained" in Indonesia, Russia or Egypt - which is why we always go to our excellent local private hospital (who were instrumental in saving my worthless life a couple of years ago) whose medics hold high level qualifications from the UK, USA or Singapore.

A K Haart said...

Your friend's wife is right. Ignore the medical advice and live for the moment. Sometimes doctors don't know when to stop interfering and let nature take its course, even to the extent of making things worse than they need be.

Michael said...

Better news now Reevers!

Just about all clear, and he's back on the large Gordon's again!

Great news, but a bit of a wait...

Michael said...

She's usually right, Mr H, and a great girl too!

Michael said...

Last one for this post, we've had long happy - and relieved chats and all is back to normal!