[Perspectives] Crucial interventions: between survival and wholeness
About a year and a half ago I woke up in New York with a mild stomach ache. By the middle of the afternoon I was rolling around on the carpet in agony. A friend I’d been staying with took me straight to the nearest hospital, and in doing so, it seems, saved my life. A CT scan, done by a kindly man who was missing most of the fingers on his right hand—these details stick in the mind—showed that my appendix had burst, and acute peritonitis had set in.