The Last Body Part. Sarajabe Woolf
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Название: The Last Body Part

Автор: Sarajabe Woolf

Издательство: Ingram

Жанр: Юмористическая фантастика

Серия: Open Door

isbn: 9781936846344

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      Sarajane Woolf

      THE LAST BODY PART

      Sarajane Woolf is an essayist whose work has appeared in The Christian Science Monitor, Alaska Quarterly Review, Ecotone, South Dakota Review, The Broome Review, and North Dakota Quarterly. Her South Dakota Review piece was named a “Notable Essay” by Robert Atwan, Series Editor, Best American Essays. She lives with her husband, Nick, in Carpinteria, California and is currently writing a book on the London churches designed by Sir Christopher Wren, The Wren Church Variations.

      First published by GemmaMedia in 2012.

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      © 2012 by Sarajane Woolf

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles of reviews.

      Printed in the United States of America

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      978-1-936846-30-6

      Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

      Woolf, Sarajane.

      The last body part / Sarajane Woolf.

      p. cm. — (Gemma open door)

      ISBN 978-1-936846-30-6

      1. Parathyroid glands. 2. Parathyroid glands—Surgery.

      I. Title.

      QP188.P3W66 2012

      612.4’48—dc23

      2012031887

      Jim Harrison, excerpts from “On the Way to the Doctor’s” from Saving Daylight.

      Copyright © 2007 by Jim Harrison. Reprinted with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc. on behalf of Copper Canyon Press, www.coppercanyonpress.org

      Cover by Night & Day Design

      Contents

       One: One Mans Trash

       Two: Two Forms of ID

       Three: Surgeons Who Swim

       Four: Dead Tadpoles

       Five: We Dont Have Time

       Six: More Fun Than a Cast

       Seven: Slimy Things in Jars

       References

      Inspired by the Irish series of books designed for adult literacy, Gemma Open Door Foundation provides fresh stories, new ideas, and essential resources for young people and adults as they embrace the power of reading and the written word.

      Brian Bouldrey

      North American Series Editor

      for Nick

      ONE

      One Man’s Trash

      On November 19, 1849, a male rhino tripped and fell at the London Zoo. He hit the ground hard and cracked a rib, which stabbed one of his lungs. The next day, the zookeeper saw him try to vomit. Blood and mucus shot out of his nose and mouth. A week later, the rhino died.

      How would you get rid of a dead two-ton rhino? The zookeeper got rid of him the same way we’d get rid of an old couch or fridge. He offered the rhino for free. “You haul him, he’s yours,” the zookeeper said.

      You know that saying, “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure”? In this case, one man’s dead rhino was another man’s … I’m tempted to say rhinestone. But this was true treasure to the right man, a free two-ton diamond. That man was the scientist and professor Richard Owen, head of the Hunterian Museum in London.

      Richard Owen had urged the London Zoo to buy the rhino ten years earlier, even though rhinos don’t come cheap, so he was sad that the animal died at a younger age than expected. But he jumped at the chance to dissect any dead animal. He would measure all the organs. He’d study how the pieces of the animal fit together, as if it were a puzzle. Then he’d write a scientific paper on what he’d learned.

      If you’ve ever dissected a worm, you know it can be hard to find their tiny body parts, like the brain. Imagine Richard Owen dissecting the rhino. Organs that get lost in a worm are huge in a two-ton animal. He even found a gland that no one had ever noticed before—not in any animal, not in any human. The gland was the size of a plump green pea. I saw this gland at the Hunterian Museum in London, preserved in a jar.

      Where My Story Begins

      My road to the rhino gland started at a free health fair. At 6:30 one Saturday morning, I left home without eating only to stand in a long, long line. Who were all those people, awake and dressed at that hour? I inched to the front of the line. There, a young man in a crisp white coat tried to take my blood. Not until his third sharp jab into my arm did his syringe fill with a deep red.

      A month later the results of the blood test came in the mail. I tore into the envelope as if it held a report card that would reveal my bright future or punish me for my past. How did my body do this year? Numbers that were too big or too small were lined up on the far right. Some I don’t worry about. I’m not going to stop eating butter and ice cream just because a number is high. But I saw something new on that list: high calcium. That’s good, right? I eat yogurt every day and swallow calcium pills because calcium builds bones. Didn’t seem like a bad thing to have high calcium.

      “Don’t worry. It’s not cancer,” my doctor said when I showed him the results of the test. Of course not, I thought. It’s just calcium. How little I knew. He pulled a book off a shelf and opened it to a line drawing of the inside of a neck. Then he pointed to a small oval shape filled in with the color red. And, for the first time, I heard the name of the gland that Richard Owen found in his rhino: parathyroid.

      A bad name, if there ever was one. The Greek word para means beside СКАЧАТЬ