Three Calls

Three calls today.

A 98 year old man growing weak.

A 47 year old man with jaundice and a failing liver.

A 78 year old man with colon cancer.

All three calls were BLS. All three went to the hospital because they were too sick and weak to be at home, at least according to their caregivers who seemed in denial about the progression of their diseases. He gets tired on exertion. He's too weak to eat. He's lost twenty pounds.

The old man looked like he'd been a twinkling Spencer Haywood type priest in his day.

The youngest man looked like Dean Martin with yellow skin.

The thin old man with colon cancer looked like an emaciated Snoop Doggy Dog.

None of them said a word in the ambulance. They hardly moved.