I celebrated a birthday last Monday.
R.E. Conklin, M.D. slapped my butt on July 1, 1956 at the Dickinson County Memorial Hospital and presented a son to John Francis Horan, 27, and Nelda Mae Dayhoff Horan, 28.
(They were essentially the same age but Mom’s birthday was in May and Dad’s was in August.)
According to the Certificate of Birth which was filed over a month later and signed by Kenneth G. Bittel, my dad was also born in Abilene.
Mom, on the other hand, was born on a farm in Detroit.
My son was born on Sept. 29, 1982 at the Abilene Memorial Hospital as was his son and thanks to the Memorial Health System administration, board of directors, and this community, a fifth generation Horan could someday be born right here in the Abilene hospital.
My first 57 years seem relatively minor when it comes to health issues.
I broke my right arm, both the Radius and Ulna, while playing hide-and-go-seek at home while I was elementary school age. (I slipped off the garage roof.)
I suffered a broken collarbone the summer of my eighth grade year. (A convertible rolled on top of me.)
I broke a few vertebrae in my back in high school. (Another car accident.)
And like U.S. Senator Jerry Moran, I was attacked by kidney stones. Senator Moran mentioned his trip to Abilene Memorial Hospital’s ER during his speech at the open house Saturday morning.
I, like the senator, was out of town when I was attacked, or maybe ambushed is a better term. I was in Eureka watching the Kentucky Derby with the head vet of the Kansas Racing Commission when the stones ganged up on me.
(Giacomo, a 50-1 longshot, won the Derby.)
Kidney stones are like hailstones. Small ones don’t do much damage but when they get together for a meeting it’s PAINFUL.
It was so painful I was unable to driver myself to the ER. Later I learned that the stone, actually a cluster of many stones stuck together, wasn’t going to pass without a little help.
For patients in similar situations, having an ER just down the road is a godsend.
After blood work and some X-rays, Dr. Michael McClintock declared me healthy and I was ready to be sent back to the motel. He finally diagnosed kidney stones, gave me enough Demerol to kill the pain and stuck in an IV.
“You will be hungry in the morning when it passes,” he said.
Like passing a row of semis on Highway 15 during harvest, that wasn’t going to happen!
I spent the night in the ER. Needless to say that was the start of a two-week long adventure I never want to experience again.
I ended up in the Abilene ER again last year after breaking a leg.
OK, maybe “relatively minor” is over exaggeration of my previous health care issues.
However, most of us will experience more “health-related issues” later in life. It is comforting knowing Memorial Health Systems will be there for us when we need them.