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"The degree to which you can tell your story is the degree to which you can heal."~S. Eldredge
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One of perks you enjoy as a physician is that you get to live in a state of perpetual awe. It starts with the first pass of the scalpel on the first day in the anatomy lab. It continues as you tease out every organ, blood vessel, and nerve in the body you've been assigned to dissect. A sense of wonder punches you in the gut the first time you hear a beating human heart and realize your own heart has been pumping steadily and predictably without any effort on your part since before the day you were born. In fact, your heart has been beating, on average, 72 times every minute of your life. This adds up to approximately 100,000 times every day, or 3,600,000 times per year, and depending on how long you live, as many as 2.5 billion times...until the moment it stops.
But then, who's counting?
That, in itself, would be amazing enough, but I learned a few more facts this week that astounded me. Did you know that the human eye can detect a single photon? That the inner ear can detect vibrations less than the diameter of an atom, and it can distinguish sounds that are just ten millionths of a second apart? That the human olfactory system can detect a trillion distinct smells? Did you realize we can detect tactile sensations down to one billionth of a meter?
Yay, human body!
True story.
Yesterday I learned, via Facebook, that an old friend of mine had died. Our friendship dated back to the 1970s when her husband and I were in residency together, when she and I were both pregnant at the same time, and we both chose the same name for our first-born sons. Her son, however, died in a car crash in his twenties. I hadn't seen her for years, but she seemed to be in good health at our last visit together.
I called a mutual friend to confirm the news. Yes, she had passed, the cause of her death apparently some variation on the theme of dementia. We were the same age.
Surprising. Very sad. A little scary.
Yesterday's phone call lasted over an hour as we reflected on our shared friendship over the years. And then, the storytelling started. Like the time she handed a waitress her library card instead of her credit card and the hilarity that ensued. This drew forth a few chuckles. And then, more stories. And more laughter.
It occurred to me that this may be a worthy goal in life: to leave people laughing when they remember us.
Respect and admiration are nice. Affection is lovely. Sorrow is natural. But laughter!
| One of this week's walks... |
When I woke up on Wednesday morning, my first thought was: