by Peter Freyne
My neighborhood has a way with flowers and this is the time of year. Nothing like a good windowbox, eh?
I'm out the door in a minute for the Fanny Allen and the latest step on the "Cancer, You Ain't Winning" Trail - an MRI. The freshest high-tech pictures of where it's at. I'm getting used to the drill. Only clear liquids since 6:30 a.m. and when you get there they have you sit still for 45 minutes before you get in the big tube that performs the Magnetic Resonance Imaging. The pictures will determine if two more R-CHOP chemo treatments would be useful.
It's been an enlightening trip so far, eh?
Speaking of enlightening, did you catch the story in the Times Argus about the Community College of Vermont graduation? And who was their celebrity graduation speaker?
Yep, the highly-regarded veteran bureau chief of the Associated Press bureau in Vermont - Chris Graff. The guy the A.P. unceremoniously dumped last year in the wake of the Judge Cashman/Fox News Hoopla for apparently getting a tough story right.
C'est la vie.
Hey, Christopher never would have written the book DATELINE VERMONT had it not happened. And for that, Vermonters will be forever thankful.
***CORRECTION & UPDATE***
It wasn't an MRI, it was a CAT Scan [Computed Axial Tomography], also called CT Scan.
They've been around since the 70s. Invented in England by Godfrey Newbold Hounsfield [right] with research funds generated by the profits EMI made off the Beatles music. That's right, the Beatles. In fact, they were first known as "EMI Scanners."
Godfrey won a Nobel Prize for Medicine in 1979. He was neither trained as a doctor or a biologist, but rather as an electrical engineer. He grew up in a small villiage in Nottinghamshire. From his autobiography submitted to the Nobel Committee:
In a village there are few distractions and no pressures to join in at a ball game or go to the cinema, and I was free to follow the trail of any interesting idea that came my way. I constructed electrical recording machines; I made hazardous investigations of the principles of flight, launching myself from the tops of haystacks with a home-made glider; I almost blew myself up during exciting experiments using water-filled tar barrels and acetylene to see how high they could be waterjet propelled. It may now be a trick of the memory but I am sure that on one occasion I managed to get one to an altitude of 1000 feet!
During this time I was learning the hard way many fundamentals in reasoning. This was all at the expense of my schooling at Magnus Grammar School in Newark, where they tried hard to educate me but where I responded only to physics and mathematics with any ease and moderate enthusiasm.
Spent an hour downing these two Banana Smoothie's that contain the goods in the Men's Radiology Waiting Room (good thing I brought a New York Times, all they had were Sports Illustrateds). Looks like the drugs, er, smoothies are made in Canada.
Bet I won't be charged Canadian prices.