Saturday, January 14, 2006

Grace Under Pressure

Sometimes I forget what that is about. Interesting story.


A woman is in the hospital with metastasizing terminal cancer. She's on a morphene drip and finally getting a reasonable measure of pain management. All she wants is to get the hell out of the hospital and go home for whatever time she has left. It's the end of January.

The doctor comes in the room. The woman asks him "How long do I have?"

The doctor tells her "Four to six months."

The woman says "Oh good, I won't miss the Final Four."

(For you basketball illiterates, that's the college championships.)

13 Comments:

At 12:29 PM, Blogger E. Ann Bardawill said...

Brilliant.

One day I'm going to write the story of my dying brother going into to cancel his year-long Fitness Club membership.

They wouldn't let him, so he had a private talk with the manager, explained abut his tumour and his forthcoming funeral.

The manager proceeded to act like Don Knotts on acid, and canceled the memebership.

He thought it was pretty funny.

He had a bit of fun when telemarketers called too.

 
At 12:51 PM, Blogger Lisa S. said...

That would have been priceless on video! One of those moments when you wish you could have been a fly on the wall.

Now the idea of Don Knotts on acid is going to stay with me the rest of the day.

 
At 1:58 PM, Blogger M. G. Tarquini said...

Go for your brother!

That should be a scene in one of your novels, Liz. Truly. You know, he'd have gotten get a big kick out of it

 
At 4:01 PM, Blogger R.J. Baker said...

I thought the Final Four had to do with American Idol. Whodathunkit?

 
At 4:25 PM, Blogger R.J. Baker said...

Your in Va.?

 
At 4:48 PM, Blogger Lisa S. said...

Been in the Hampton Roads, VA vicinity since '92.

 
At 5:42 PM, Blogger R.J. Baker said...

I was born and raised in Newport News, I left in 1991, and haven't been back except to visit family.

It being the Commonwealth of Va. the tax the bejeezus out of you..as you well know. Need to know the best restruants in the area? Ever heard of the Blue Star Dinner?

 
At 6:55 PM, Blogger jason evans said...

I often wonder how I would face that situation (terminal illness). Is it morbid to mentally practice for such a thing?

 
At 6:57 PM, Blogger jason evans said...

BTW-thanks for the link! I will add a link back to you.

 
At 7:12 PM, Blogger Lisa S. said...

Jason, I really don't think it's morbid at all. I actually think it makes a good deal of sense to prepare for all the "what ifs".

For our mortal shells at least, life itself is a terminal disease. It's going to end. This is pretty much guaranteed. So educating ourselves and considering the "what ifs" is just practical.

This whole denial of death as a fact of our existence is reasonably new. Ever visit old graveyards, the ones that are pre-Victorian? Lots of epitaphs like

My Dear Friends as You Pass By
As You are Now, So Once Was I.
As I am Now, You Soon Must Be.
Prepare Yourselves to Follow Me.

or

Ye living men see here your end
To Jesus voice pry now attend
Your days, your years how swift they fly.
Be warned be wise prepare to die.


Obvoiusly our forebears were a whole lot less touchy about talking about death than most of us modern folks seem to be.

 
At 10:31 PM, Blogger Dana Y. T. Lin said...

Final Four? Yep, hubs would say that, but I would have been like R.J. and said American Idol.

Liz - I remember that about your brother. Funny as hell. Does funny run in your family?

 
At 6:47 AM, Blogger jason evans said...

Those epitaphs are really striking. The first one has a beauty to it.

 
At 7:15 AM, Blogger M. G. Tarquini said...

Lisa, Check out more of Jason's Blog. He routinely photographs headstones in older cemetaries and records the inscriptions there, asks us to remember. a little tribute to somebody long departed. They are very beautiful.

 

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