The world is so well designed that dolphins sense the proximity of other creatures in the sea, birds know when to fly south, trees know when to shed their leaves, and newborn babes seek and find a mother’s breast.
The human body is the most highly evolved of all living organisms, except for the earth which encompasses it. Ten to 100 trillion cells make up the human body. These cells are organized into 210 known distinct human cell types. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_distinct_cell_types_in_the_adult_human_body Each of these cell types is precisely adapted to perform a specific function.
Science is not my thing. I never gave much thought to all those cells and cell types. My billions of neurons were taken up with both more mundane, and more interesting—to me—issues. Until an ENT cut and ripped a few million specialized cells out of my nose and sinuses—and for the first time ever, I could not draw a satisfying breath of air or blow my nose.
I remember those early days, waking in the night, my nose screaming of thirst, and thinking, “This is just a symptom from the surgery.” As the days and nights piled up, I calmed myself with the heretofore unchallenged belief that a doctor would never hurt me. He would not be allowed to operate if he didn’t know what he was doing. Right?
In fact, I had not needed or sought a solution for a nasal or sinus problem. I had gone to the ENT for ear ringing, and he had found a sinus polyp. For more than a month of intense suffering, I had believed that he had removed a polyp. Six weeks after the surgery, I learned that he had removed a pile, measuring nearly two inches by two inches, of bone and cartilage from my nose and face.
As more time passed, I learned that this un-board-certified DO had also performed an obsolete sinus surgery called a Caldwell-Luc which involves drilling holes into the cheekbones and ripping out the mucous membranes. Often, the mucous membranes do not grow back. http://www.urmc.rochester.edu/smd/RAD/neurocases/Neurocase238.htm.
Currently, no medical technology exists for replacing turbinate tissue—the bony structure of the inner nose–or mucosa.
I began a process of awakening to disturbing facts. Such as: Doctors remove or obliterate body parts for no good reason. I had not had cancer or cystic fibrosis. I’d had a benign polyp, as does about 40% of the polpulation. I had unwittingly stumbled upon a bottom-feeder—a doctor so unable to compete for business that any body walking through his/her door is a mark.
But I think it is not only the worst of doctors who desecrate the human body. I realized that it had happened to me before. In the mid-‘90’s, an endocrinologist had ordered my thyroid gland “irradiated.” I’d had a hyperthyroid condition. So had my teenage daughter. Hers has resolved. I am hypothyroid for life, as I no longer have a thyroid gland. Most likely, the problem was related to living near a nuclear power plant. http://nyp.org/news/hospital/ki-for-radioactive-iodine.html. Had the doctor been willing to work with the condition, it probably would have resolved. But he had an easy solution—blow ‘er away. That’ll solve it. It didn’t. There is no satisfactory replacement hormone for what the human thyroid gland produces. http://atomicwomen.org/.
I am also missing an ovary. The case of the missing ovary leads me to suspect that doctors’ lack of respect for the integrity of the human body has grown over the past three decades. I first consulted an OB-GYN for pain in my right ovary in the mid-seventies. An ovarian cyst was diagnosed. The cyst grew to the size of a lemon over the next decade. I suffered ten years of menstrual periods that mimicked hard labor, as gynecologists held a conservative line, and put off surgery. It was not even a matter of fertility. I’d had a tubal ligation.
This occurred during a period of time that doctors were removing the reproductive organs of women left and right. Maybe they didn’t remove mine because I could no longer reproduce. Or maybe they were good doctors holding the line against unnecessary removal of body parts. If so, where did that healthy instinct go?
I suffered for the sake of that worthless ovary. So I could not imagine that a doctor would remove my inner nose—my health and well-being—based on no complaint at all.
It has come together for me, now. Doctors have lost the understanding that body parts exist for a reason. Any simple fool possessing the slightest reverence for life gets this. But many doctors do not “get this.” Has common sense been trained out of them in medical school? Is the routine of seventy-two hour work shifts so dehumanizing that doctors are stripped of normal thinking capacities? What is the purpose of that, anyway? Does anybody really believe there is a purpose? Other than economic.
It’s a material world, now. Every thing is a thing. And every thing translates into an economic value. Body parts have an economic value. Removing them is economically gratifying for doctors.
Sort of like nuclear power plants are economically gratifying for nuclear power companies, and removing trees from rainforests is economically gratifying for lumber companies. Even though there is a health cost to the organism–earth.
I can’t breathe anymore. I can’t live without massive amounts of health care. I guess, by this defintition, the “health care” industry would be defined as an economic growth industry.