Garrison Keillor and his brush with mortality
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From his column at Salon:
I stayed at St. Mary's for four days of tests and when I left, a neurologist shook my hand and said: "I hope you know how lucky you are."
You had intended to be a natural wonder, an old guy who still runs the high hurdles, but mortality has bitten you in the butt.
He details his hospital stay: the attractive young ladies who cared for him, the IV drips, the gurney rides from one test to the next.
And that is a gift to the man who has been struck by a stroke: our common humanity... Two weeks ago, you were waltzing around feeling young and attractive, and now you are the object of Get Well cards and recipient of bouquets of carnations. Rich or poor, young or old, we all face the injustice of life -- it ends too soon, and statistical probability is no comfort.It's a poignant and amazingly timed piece on his stroke and the future of the nation's health care. Couldn't sum it up well enough, so make sure you actually read it for yourself.