Prof Chris Barnard’s Farewell

At the airport yesterday I saw a new book on Professor Chris Barnard. It’s fifty years since the world’s first heart transplant and the famous surgeon and playboy is in the news again.

A while ago I had found Aitch’s 1983 diary and one of her entries in December was ’17h00 Wed 14 Dec Farewell for CNB, Nurses Lounge, Clarendon House’. I knew that CNB meant Christiaan Neethling Barnard as she worked with him at the time and there many prior entries referring to the operations she had done with him as his cardiovascular perfusionist. She would run the heart-lung machine to oxygenate the blood while he and the other surgeons worked on the patient’s heart. (I’ll put example of an op entry here)

I had time before my flight so I  thought I wonder if they have anything about his retirement in the book? and flipped through it.

And there she was on page 217:

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So I had to buy it to show the pic to Jess and Tom. Jess said “Cool”; Tom shrugged: “We knew Mom was famous!”

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Things To Know

People usually aren’t listening. They are either thinking of what they are going to say next, or something else entirely.

Everyone is insecure about something, it’s not just you.

You are going to die no matter what.

Your kids will experience hardship.

The bigger an organization is, the harder it is to make a change even if the need is obvious to many.

Some people are bad and have bad intentions.

Many people (not all) will steal R100 from you today even if it means missing the opportunity to earn R1000 from you next week.

You will never be 100% sure about all decisions. But always make a decision because it’s better to go back and fix it than to never make it at all.

There is ALWAYS someone who makes more money than you, is more fit, has a better looking spouse, has an easier life, good things happen to them. Usually more than just one.

How you react to an event, problem, emotion, or anything, is more important than the actual event, problem, emotion or whatever. You cannot control your emotions, you cannot control others, all you can control is how you are going to react. Sometimes it’s easy but usually it’s really really hard.

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Skyler Irvine on quora.com

Needs

Hey guys, I’m at the shops. Anything you need?

Jess: Buy me a chocolate please.

Tom: Ja! I’ll send you a list.

Tom's Needs

Floods in KwaZulu Natal 1987

September 1987 floods

Between 28 and 30 September, the central and southern part of Natal were ravaged by floods that were amongst the most devastating to have occurred in South Africa. The destruction of property was catastrophic, nearly 400 people were killed and about 50 000 were left homeless. Damage to agriculture, communications, infrastructure and property amounted to R400 million (report: De Villiers et al, 1994).

The Mgeni and Mvoti rivers had flood duration periods of up to 24 hours and this caused dramatic erosion. In the Mgeni the island near the mouth was totally removed and scour of generally about 2m took place. In the Mvoti the river channel, normally 35m, widened to about 900m and deposited large quantities of sediment over this flood plain. Many bridges were washed away but the destruction of the Mdloti and Tugela river bridges on the N2 highway caused the greatest disruption (report: Badenhorst et al. 1989).

A letter to Aitch from Lyn in Hella Hella:

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Letter to Aitch from Lyn Porter

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Top picture is actually of the Umgeni river. We went to help ferry people across to their homes or back from their homes so they could go to town. Corran Addison in pic. On my one trip I had a person plus a bag of mealie meal.

The Umgeni at Blue Lagoon:

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Hand-Me-Down

You like that jersey fella?

Sure do.

Do you know who gave it to me?

No. You’re not going to take a picture are you?

Did you know I have two Moms? Gogo Mary and . . .

Oh, yes, the lady in America!

Right! Katie Patterson. She sent me a parcel one Christmas with this jersey in it. Around 1990 I think. The jersey’s way older’n you!

Yeah, you showed me a picture of her.

Oh. Well, here she is again:

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She has a lovely smile, just like Gogo Mary, says the boy. Knows just how to say the right things at times, my boy (and the very wrong things at other times!!).

When did you go to America?

1973. I was seventeen.

How did you get there?

I flew.

You flew! In what?

A jet plane.

They had jet planes back then?

Yeah, I didn’t swim. I think the first commercial jet flew in the late fifties.

Oh.

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wikipedia: The first purpose-built jet airliner was the British de Havilland Comet which entered service in 1952.

Here’s a bit about flying in 1973. 

Surviving Off The Grid – The Essentials

So we have no electricity and its getting dark and the kids are all over me, outraged!

Dad! There’s no electricity!

Yes, I say, I can see that.

Why!? they ask.

Uh, mumble mumble, payment mumble, I mumble.

Soon I have to confess: I paid late and we got cut off. Now there’s a reconnection fee I have to pay and a delay. I’m thinking fridge, freezer, supper tonight but they have far more urgent and greater disasters and catastrophes in mind:

“THERE’S NO WIFI!!” they scream in unison.

Now they’re ganging up on me. “In unison” and “Jess & Tom” are not usually linked phrases.

Well, I’m walking to the shops, I say, thinking charcoal, firelighter, matches, candles. Do you need anything? Their voices go up two octaves as they shout as one:

“AIRTIME!!”

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Lasted four days. It was cool. Very instructive. AND they survived!

(I had paid on the due date but had ignored this little instruction “Rx is due immediately, the rest can be paid on the due date”).

 

Well, Who The Hell . . .

. . woulda thunk this!? If you’d asked me I’d have said the likelihood of this happening would be as remote as me falling preggers, but . . . life.

I’m working in a catholic monastery.

Allan Marais moved our St Mary’s optometric clinic into Marianhill Monastery when the province said they no longer needed our free service. Anyone smell a rat? Can a juicy tender be somewhere in the mix?

So here we are! Halleluja, Three Hail Marys, Bless you and all that. I now drive through those gates above every two or three months when I do my voluntary stint!

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We’re in the bottom left. Fannon building, I think

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These pics are from Hugh Bland’s wonderful site where he is busy recording, cataloguing and preserving KwaZulu Natal history, bless him! Here he is, dressed and kitted out for action. KwaZulu Memories Man!

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Did I mention he’s a Natal Cousin of mine?

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Natal Cousin – distant relative claimed if said person is doing well