On the table

06/01/2009 at 5:37 AM Leave a comment

Early in my carreer I had the priviledge of taking care of one of the strongest, toughest people I will probably ever meet. He was 12 years old when the germans threw him and his mother on one of those infernal trains going to the camps. His mother knew what was happening and instructed him to take any chance to run away. That he would have to go it alone and try to get to Denmark, or Holland . I dont quite remember. 

He did just that. During a stop he snuck away and managed to walk across much of europe and find relatives. It takes a certain person full of steel to manage that.

Fast forward to when he is in his late 50s and he develops heart disease and diabetes. We get him by chance. He came to the ER when we were on duty. However his emotional steel is all used up and we have to help him through each decision, give him meds for his nerves, etc,

Then the day of reckoning, he needs heart surgery, his coronaries are blocked . He absolutely refuses, he is scared to death and he remembers that his aunt  or perhaps his grandmother  “died on the table”.

We cant talk him out of it, everytime he thinks of getting surgery he starts sweating, his heart starts racing. We are at an impasse.

Then one day he shows up ready for the surgery. What? Was there a conversion on the road to Damascus? He sheepishly tells us that he had the story wrong. His GMom / Aunt  would not make the decision to get the operation without asking the entire family. So she invited everyone over for a huge feast. She slaved in the kitchen all day. She is bringing the main course to the  dinner table  and while setting in down she collapses on it and dies. 

He had always thought she died on the Operating Room table. But she had actually done what he was doing, ignoring the problem , and  working way too hard.  Such is the power of miss comunication. Once he heard the true story he had no problem whatsoever getting the surgery—which was very successfull. He never did regain his full composure and did get a bit hypochondriacky (TM).

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