Comparing Two Tough Times

The first three and a half months of 2010, I never lifted a snow shovel, scraped a windshield or tossed salt on the driveway. I spent the first 106 days of the year in UW Hospital. I was in desperate need of a new liver. I got a good one, followed by an extended period of physical therapy. Now, nearly six years later I’m doing fine.

UW Hospital
UW Hospital – Madison, WI

In a number of ways, having a transplant reminded me of my army training in 1966, when the Viet Nam war was at its peak. 1) I didn’t want to do it. 2) it worried a lot of people. 3) it was grueling and dangerous. 4) I was glad to get home when it was finished.

I learned a lot from both of these experiences. I learned about determination to live, the strength gained from the support of family and friends, and the professionalism of the people who are, at least temporarily, in charge of your life. It was  troublesome to hear a drill sergeant shout, “You men better pay attention, because you are going to Viet Nam.” (turns out I didn’t – but, that’s another story.)  It was also troublesome to have attorneys come to  my hospital room to review my last will and testament, just before going into transplant surgery. Both scenarios had the potential for an unhappy ending.

While these two experiences are much different, from an emotional standpoint they were quite similar. The hospital experience went as well as could be expected, perhaps better. The basic training went as well as could be expected, perhaps a little worse.

From being in the hospital I learned that with the best doctors, the best friends, and a positive attitude one can survive a life-threatening illness.

From basic training I learned that despite a less than positive attitude, will power can get you through, and…I learned how to back up a trailer.

 

1 response to Comparing Two Tough Times

  1. Andrea says:

    You might equate those drill sergeants to the so-called “roller-derby queen” nurses who came in to flip you over through the night so that you wouldn’t get bed sores. I remember fearing that they might flip that new liver right out of you.

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