Bypass BCMH

Dear Editor,

On Monday, February 28, 2011, my mom was scheduled for a gastro scope and colonoscopy at 7 a.m. Her procedure did not take place until 3:30 p.m.

We were given different excuses each time we asked about the delay. The excuses ranged from paper work, operating room preparation to waiting for someone to take her to the OR. My mom was finally told the administrator was angry with the surgeon for planning to leave BCMH and would not provide a nurse to assist him.

It is a shame that my mom had to suffer not only on Monday for 8 hours waiting on a 45 minute procedure, but also on Tuesday, with a backache from lying on a very thin, uncomfortable bed. Also, not having anything to eat or drink since Saturday night did not help matters.

People speculate why patients bypass BCMH! The experience my mom encountered is reason enough!!

Libby M. Murdaugh, Bamberg, SC

God’s Miracle

Dear Editor,

Saturday afternoon I watched a little of God’s miracle, not much, only a couple of geese, but somehow they made me think “ethereal thoughts” as they flew smoothly overhead.

Perhaps I’ve explained this before about the little pond about 10 feet from our back sunroom windows. It’s about an acre in size and probably, at its deepest part, not more than 3 feet deep. Every spring about a dozen or so (it changes from day to day) wild geese come in and spend several weeks with us while one or two females hatch and give birth to goslings. One invariably nests in the fork of a cypress about two feet above the water’s surface and about 20 yards from our house. Periodically the male (geese mate for life) will take her place while she goes out hunting for a little calorie intake and to take a bath. It’s something to watch her dip her wings and her long, graceful neck into the water and flutter off the crud of the day. Through the season we can watch as she sits on her eggs and suddenly, before you know it, there’s a half-dozen or so little furry geese swimming in an arrow-straight line behind “momma” as she teaches them the necessities of survival.

Anyway, this afternoon, while I was out in the front yard, the geese in the pond began honking like crazy in a rhythmic pattern of hanks, hawks and hoots. Then I hear a lone goose coming in from the north east with a distinctly different honk. Gliding in, with his (or her) neck stretched out and wings outstretched, another goose, with the same sort of honk, takes off from the pond, circles in and joins the arriving goose. Both then honking the same singular honk, circle around toward the pond and gracefully skid into the water, all of the other geese honking wildly. What a sight! Watching something like this makes Japan and Libya, though terrible, disappear if only for a short time. And it makes approaching 80 years old more than bearable, but a pleasure. Just thought I’d share this with you.

Jerry Durgan, Bamberg