remember arthur mann
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Tragic mate, life can be so cruel sometimes.That’s actually unckear because the postmortem said it was an asthma attack (she was asthmatic, but her symptoms had eased considerably in the weeks before her death) but that didn’t add up as it was clear from the nature of the body that she’d died very suddenly and only just got off the bed and made no effort to retrieve an aspirator, of which there were two within reach. She was face down and her arms folded across her front right next to her bed, which also doesn’t stack up with an asthma attack. Think she’s had an aneurysm or an SCA.
My brother, who’s a consultant and who has conducted numerous postmortems said he didn’t agree with the findings and that my view was likely to be correct. He said that pathologists, once suspicious circumstances and genetic causes (if there are children) are ruled out, they tend to go for the most likely outcome based on the path of least resistance which asthma was because she was an acute sufferer.
It doesn’t really bother me who is right, and certainly isn’t something that remains an open wound, and didn’t at the time. I understand the pathologist had to evaluate things based on certain criteria and use his best judgement, which I happen to disagree with. It doesn’t really matter who’s right; it’s not changing anything. I know what I saw and an asthma attack simply doesn’t add up based on that, and my brother agrees with me.
I also take some comfort from the fact that the very sudden nature of her death (as it surely was) meant it was relatively painless and didn’t involve any real suffering. She’d had a hard time before we met, both in her childhood and at the hands of other men, and I wouldn’t have wanted her to know she was dying especially as she had three kids (who I’m still in contact with). She was the bravest person I ever met, but I wouldn’t have wanted her knowing she was on her way out, especially as her three year old was with her in the house when she died.
That was one of my jobs as circulating nurse in theatres- it was like a baptism of fire for new staff.I was a young nurse on the trauma ward , 17 or 18 at the time, a kid my age had a broken leg and was in a plaster , when they took the cast off it had gone gangrene and he asked me to stay with him so i went to theatre and watched them amputate his leg , as the non sterile person in the room i was handed the leg to take out to the porter to dispose of it . I have never forgotten him , i wish it was one of the many things i had forgotten when i bashed my head