How could our friend, a physician himself, not have known he was dying?
He was wrapped up in the day-to-day struggle to stay upright, to move air in and out, to swallow something resembling nutrition. This was a new experience for him, but his medical team had seen it before.
–On conceding the fight, Susan Cushman, Star Tribune
Usually I refer to my wife of 34 years, somewhat archly and awkwardly, as my domestic partner. That started as an act of solidarity with couples who don't have the same rights we have. Plus, the partnership predates the marriage by three years.
Also, since she is a part-time practicing gynecologist and I am a part-time practicing bomb thrower, I've kept her out of this blog except as an occasional wise but shadowy presence.
This week, we've been writing about the same subject from different perspectives, and hers ran in the Strib today, so I'm letting her out of the blog closet a bit here. She also writes a blog, when she isn't too busy with real stuff, about women's health research, called Watching Women's Health.
Maybe these links will get her back to it, because she's good.