“Some men, under the notion of weeding out prejudice, eradicate virtue, honesty and religion.”
― Jonathan Swift
Surgery went well yesterday. Doctor Alms removed a hunk of flesh from my back and said he was fairly certain he got all the cancer. Now if it hasn’t metastasized, I will be fine. Nevertheless, the oncologist is obtaining all the path reports from the dermatology office.
What shocked me was how much of the excised lump was fat. Goodness, I have fat stored everywhere. If I caught on fire I’d go up like a Roman Candle. He will remove the melanoma growth from my neck next week. He explained that I produce melanomas so rapidly I must be examined every three months. He thinks it’s a genetic thing. “That’s why the tumor board loved you, they could spin your blood looking for the genetic factor.” Oh goody. I get the results from the biopsy on my toe next week. Thank goodness for good health care.
When Mom had a Melanoma removed from her nose, Dad looked up through the inside of her nose and said, I can see the sky. Fortunately, in time scar tissue closed the hole. David has been more supportive. The wound in the middle of my back means I can’t reach it and he has to change the dressing. It’s right below the old melanoma scar and under my bra strap. The nurse said, your bra will hold it together. David says it is well stitched so it shouldn’t come apart.
While he was working on my back, Doctor Alms and I had a nice conversation covering cloning people, mad scientists, and Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels.
Jonathan Swift wrote political satire. In Gulliver, he describes the land of Balnibarbi as “a land unhappily cultivated, with houses ill-contrived and ruinous, and its people’s countenances expressing misery and want”. He found its method of farming “unaccountable”.
Munodi explained that some forty years previously, some persons from the land of Balnibarbi had travelled to the flying island, and having come back with ”a very little smattering of mathematicks” but full of “volatile spirits” acquired in that region, had come to dislike the management of all things below, and fell to forming schemes to put “all arts, sciences, languages and mechanicks” on a new footing.
To this end they had created an Academy of Projectors, from which a steady stream of projects, designed to let “one man do the works of ten” and “let the fruits of the earth come to maturity at whatever season” thought fit, and to increase production “an hundred-fold”, to “let a palace be built in a week”, and to create materials “so durable as to last forever”. Unfortunately, the only inconvenience being that none of these projects were yet brought to perfection, and in the mean time the whole country lay waste.
The target of Swift’s satire in Balnibarbi is its “Projectors” (who are described as “inventors or planners of political, social, financial or scientific schemes… which are wild or impractical”) rather than science per se, which is generally commended. ~Wiki~