As the grandson of a surgeon, I was curious about what he did as a surgeon.
My grandfather was a surgeon in World War II even landing on France on the afternoon of D-Day to ferry the wounded back to England.
One Thanksgiving when I was visiting my grandfather a man came to his office requesting emergency surgery. Being curious about my Grandfather’s life, did I asked to tag along and that is how I witnessed the first and hopefully last surgery of my life.
The poor man’s rectum had fallen right out of his anus leaving him with hemorrhoids so painful he couldn’t move.
If it hurts your body is sending you a very important message. Stop! |