An Oldie but Goodie

Transplanted cornea still sees after 123 years
But 'my vision's not great,' says 80-year-old man who received eye in 1958

OSLO - Bernt Aune’s transplanted cornea has been in use for a record 123 years — since before the Eiffel Tower was built.

“This is the oldest eye in Norway — I don’t know if it’s the oldest in the world,” Aune, an 80-year-old Norwegian and former ambulance driver, told Reuters by telephone on Thursday. “But my vision’s not great any longer.”

He had a cornea transplanted into his right eye in 1958 from the body of an elderly man who was born in June 1885. The operation was carried out at Namsos Hospital, mid-Norway.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if this is the oldest living organ in the world,” eye doctor Hasan Hasanain at Namsos hospital told the Norwegian daily Verdens Gang.

In the 1950s, doctors expected it to work for just five years, Hasanain said. Such cornea operations date back to the early 20th century and were among the first successful transplants.

“It wasn’t unusual to use corneas from elderly people who had died,” Aune said.

The Eiffel Tower was built from 1887 to 1889. U.S. inventor Thomas Edison patented a film camera for motion pictures in 1888.
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Wow!!!

I'm feeling much better

(I'm not dead yet!) I think I'll go for a walk...

Took the weekend to sharpen the saw. I studied some, but went to church more and spent time with family and friends even more. Didn't realize exactly how much I needed the refresher.

I still don't know what I made on the midterm, but am already grasping the material much better. I'm prepping for labs and lectures for tomorrow, and am standing on much more solid ground now.

So, no more whines or complaints (at least not for now...)

Wishing I had something more noble, intellectual, or at least pithy to say than this, but I don't. I just couldn't leave me poor blog in such dire straits as was left with the last postings. Gawrsh, who wrote that!

Picture Perfect

Ouch! That's what I feel like today:

http://nbcsports.msnbc.com/id/27156844/displaymode/1107/framenumber/13/s/2/

Coping

That's something I'm not doing too well, at least not today.

In my first post I discoursed about the growing demographic known as non-traditional students. My mom, who went back to college when I was a kid, told me that there wasn't even a name for it when she did it. Since so many of my generation have discovered that you can never stop learning (for some reason or another) we've named ourselves.

I know that there are others out there doing what I'm doing. I know they're carrying full-time class loads while parenting and spousing and home-owning and all the other things that go on in their lives. What I don't know is, do they all feel like they're losing their f***ing minds like I do??

I'd really love to know...

I took my organic chemistry midterm this past week. I haven't seen my grade yet; in fact I'm frightened to. It occurred to me on my way in to take the test, careening on the edge of panic and sleep deprivation, that it might be a blessing to fail the test and the class, because I understand so little about this foundational subject that I don't think I could go on in chemistry from here after this semester. I have heard how hellacious this class is, I just didn't really believe anyone who said that. I had no real standard to compare it to. I thought, well general chem was difficult at first, but I got through both semesters of it with an A -- surely o-chem is manageable!

*whimper!*

This class has removed my liver in an unceremonious manner by way of my throat, without anesthetic. And I'm only halfway through it. I'm expected to continue on, sans liver, and leave the class after the final with a smile, as if I learned something. (Besides how to live without a major organ, that is.)

I tend to think it's not just organic chemistry, though. It's that, on top of all the things that come with life past the traditional student age bracket. But when I look around (on my whiny days, wondering if I'll make it) at other mature students -- grad students, or even those pursuing doctorates while working full time in their career (which, undoubtedly, is a much more stringent regimen) -- I'm the only one I see complaining. Of course, this only reinforces my self doubt.

If there are any other mothers-or-fathers/full time students who happen to be reading along and want to chime in, please do, and save this poor girl from what has become a 24/7 self-deprecating pity party, please?!

(Okay, end of the painfully-insane drivel I'm calling a post)

Neglect

O poor blog
so empty and white
not full of words
both pithy and light

Do you weep from neglect
with head hung low?
Or do you wait patiently
for your screen to glow?

O poor blog
do not despair
One day organic chemistry
will let me up for air

On that day with words of glee
or pain, depending on test's grade,
I'll cover you from length to width
with thoughts, ideas, and ...

or I'll prepare for the next calculus test. (I need a drink!)

Lifted comment...

...from a post over at White Coat Rants.

http://whitecoatrants.wordpress.com/2008/02/07/canaries-in-the-coal-mine/

(I hope this doesn't constitute plagiarism; I'm giving full credit here!)

Says Michelle:

Americans who complain about US healthcare should try being sick in Canada.

I’m an American who has now lived in Canada for ten years. The newspapers are full of stories of people waiting. Patients wait for days in emergency for a bed because the nursing shortage has resulted in permanent bed closures. Patients wait two years for hip replacement because we don’t have enough orthopedic surgeons or enough operating time.

A woman was diagnosed with recurrence of ovarian cancer and waited three months for surgery.

We have old facilities that are overwhelmed with increasing numbers of ED patients and a newer ED that closes at 8pm. We hold fundraising dinners to buy cardiac monitors. People go to the ED for anything and everything because it’s “free.” Doctors can’t set their fees; the government decides how much to pay them.

The government also runs the nursing homes and decide how many there will be. Are you surprised that we have a shortage of those as well? So patients who don’t need to be in hospital take up beds that are needed for acute cases.

This is a very astute observation and comparison, if you ask me. Requiring free emergency care (ie: tax-funded health care) would make ED staff -- including ED doctors -- government employees. But in light of some laws already handcuffing medical practitioners, that may be a more appealing alternative. At least they'd get paid, right?

EMTALA (Emergency Medical Treatment and Labor Act) mandates hospital and ambulance services for anyone needing treatment regardless of citizenship or ability to pay -- and it makes no provision for reimbursement. With EMTALA in mind, the government is attempting to employ medical professionals anyway, only without pay -- which, in any coherent definition, would make them slaves, no?? Forced work without pay? Hmmm...

EMTALA, by the way, was buried in Omnibus legislation in 1986, when it was passed into law. I wonder how many legislators knew exactly what they were doing to their constituents that pay taxes on incomes earned by treating patients?

Canadian stories such as the ones in Michelle's comment, ED docs' stories from bordertowns in Texas, and the previous article comparing care in London to care in New York, make extremely clear to me that free care, or even one-source payment for care, is not the answer. What is the answer? Stay tuned, as I try to carve out time to work on that one.

Then again, you might be waiting a while for that...

News article of interest, eh ol' chap?

Here's a link to an interesting read:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26794291/from/ET/

It's a comparison of US healthcare and UK healthcare. It's slightly entertaining, as it's an editorial-type piece, not just informative. Her description of the hospital stay she recently endured in London reminded me of horror-stories coming out of the local hospital in the small Texas town my husband is from. But that's a subject for another blog entry...

Anyway, if I were given the choice, I'd choose what we have here at home over what some are saying is the gold standard across the pond there in Britain. Even if I were walking in this journalist's shoes.

oh, by the way, I'm "that" close to officially dipping my toe into the hospital world; I should start physician shadowing within the next couple of weeks! V-E-R-R-R-R-Y excited!!