how they care
They email you, the doctors, wanting you to come by for a ‘checkup’ – this because you are approaching four score and may be hosting an unknown number of physical and mental complaints that may hasten death.
They care.
Complaints they will find, cure, and your life will be reasonably everlasting. So you sit in their surgery, they boot up their computers and commence the gathering.
They measure your blood pressure. Ask about bowel cancer. Incontinence. Flatulence. Is there an incomplete wandering of the mind or the inability to think straight. Perhaps a tragic memory loss … Yes?
No?
The questions are endless, notes are taken, cognitive tests done, data reservoirs are updated and somewhere a youthful pharmaceutical executive gloats over his ever-expanding treasure of ills and wants of the aged.
Then the question that can only be answered but by us few, us being as we are, though hoping for more.
Like you.
‘Do you believe in life after death?’
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