Category Archives: Medicine

WHAT IT IS TO BE HUMAN

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I think you’ll agree that doctors and nurses are really special people. You trust them with your body, share your hopes and dreams with them, even tell them dark secrets you wouldn’t dare to tell your spouse or lover, mother or father.

Those people exemplify humanity.

Those are also the people who will sit with you in the dead of night while you whisper your fears, making sure no one else can hear. In return, they respond with a different language. They squeeze your hands tighter and tighter and seem to always know what you need, what you want, just as though you were screaming it from the rooftops.

That’s what it is to be human.

But robotic medicine is rapidly invading our future with machine-like precision and efficiency. They’ve taken over many vital responsibilities that humans used to have. Yet, their insidious addition still progresses under the radar of the ordinary citizen — at least the ones whose jobs they haven’t taken.

In hospitals, more and more responsibilities are being handled  by robotic technology and robotic machines. Bots seem to be thriving  in patient care, maintenance, security, infection control, and even surgery. And they do a good job.

As time progresses, we will probably rely on them more and more. But bots won’t squeeze your hand or hug you. They are an emotionless, heartless,  programmed population. And one day in the not too distant future, they could even evolve to a level of dominance where they simply won’t need us.

And that won’t be science fiction

Right now, we are teaching them to care for us and care for themselves. Why wouldn’t they become advanced enough to see how puny and worthless we really are? I mean, even a bot wouldn’t destroy everything it needs to survive. Yet, we do it all the time. We rape the earth — destroy plants, kill animals, contaminate the very air we breathe. And we don’t seem to care all that much about each other.

Is that what it means to be human?

Listen to N. Scott Momaday, a native American and Pulitzer Prize winner:

I am a feather on the bright sky
I am the blue horse that runs in the plain
I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water
I am the shadow that follows a child
I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows
I am an eagle playing with the wind
I am a cluster of bright beads
I am the farthest star
I am the cold of dawn
I am the roaring of the rain
I am the glitter on the crust of the snow
I am the long track of the moon in a lake
I am a flame of four colors
I am a deer standing away in the dusk
I am a field of sumac and the pomme blanche
I am an angle of geese in the winter sky
I am the hunger of a young wolf
I am the whole dream of these things
You see, I am alive, I am alive
I stand in good relation to the earth
I stand in good relation to the gods
I stand in good relation to all that is beautiful
You see, I am alive, I am alive

 

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A CHEESE DAY

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  YESTERDAY AT BOOK PASSAGE– CORTE MADERA

A friend’s bright little boy, wise beyond his years, always called his happiest days, cheese days. To him those days were times when everything turned out the way he wanted—he had all the toys or books he wanted, played with many friends—when  he could smile and smile and smile.

What can I say: the kid loved cheese and would have eaten it all the time if his parents had let him.

Well, yesterday was that kind of day for me and my love, J. J. Lamb.

We were having a book event at Book Passage in Corte Madera for our latest  book, THE KILLING VOTE.

And yes, it was an exciting thing, but I was worried that no one would come to hear us—especially during  this season when we are all too busy for events like this.

On a scale of 1 to 10, our big moment was maybe a minus 2 for other people.

When we sent out notices of the upcoming launch, response after response told of seasonal family visits and other things that were far more important than anything we were offering. And although it was disappointing, it was really understandable.

As the day grew closer and closer for our Book Passage event, all I could see was J.J. and I talking to an empty room. Well, I knew some dear friends would come. But they’d heard about the book ad nauseum.

But yesterday, the day of the event, was amazing!

People we hadn’t seen in years came and other new, wonderful people gave up their time to hear two writers try to tell what they consider to be an important story.

We love every one of those people for giving us a huge CHEESE DAY!

Lest you think our heads have swelled—here  is a description of the event by one in the audience:

The audience at Book Passage decided, unanimously, not to make any noise and allow the authors to nap in peace.  They held their questions until the authors were awake 45 minutes later. They all read the books they had purchased during the nap and as a result, came up with some interesting questions. The cookies were excellent.  Book Passage has decided to build in nap time for future events when the participants are older than 65.  Audience members of all ages will be invited to nap along with the special guests should they choose to do so. Meditating during presentations is also permitted. Contemplation may be allowed if navels remain covered;-)

Charlie Lucke,
Reporter for the Silent Sentinel

This reporter is obviously not on our payroll.

 

                                  Some Reviews of THE KILLING VOTE:

 Ambition, greed, hypocrisy—and murder. Bette and JJ Lamb have taken the battle over medical care and fashioned a droll, lightning-paced political thriller with more plot twists than Washington has scoundrels. I thought of the great Ross Thomas as I hummed through the pages. Prepare to laugh–and get ripping mad.

David Corbett
Writer & Teacher

“The Killing Vote starts off with a bang, literally, and never lets up. Bette Golden Lamb and J.J. Lamb pull no punches in highlighting behind the scenes politics. Gripping.”

Cara Black
Amie Leduc Series

“…I don’t want to spoil anyone’s enjoyment of the book, so let me say that I locked all the doors and turned on all the lights in the house then stayed up all night reading.

Ana Manwaring
Writer & editor

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RUN

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Everyone was trapped, one way or another. Trapped on a dying planet.
Was there a time when they didn’t have to live under the massive domes where scrubbed air was piped in and rising temperatures were neutralized? That time, that memory, was a blurry vision, almost gone, like the glaciers and the vast  forests with their oxygen-producing trees.
            Dr. Zoe Hidalga’s thoughts

 

                                               Noncorp Sector
                                               Sanfrancorp
Zoe hid in the shadows of a crumbling building at the edge of Corporit (sic) territory. She strained to make out the disintegrating letters on a rusting sign at her feet. If she was right, she was standing in the remains of a restaurant and bar she and Elliot had been to years ago.

Flattening against the brick wall, she peeked around the corner at the main border crossing from Sanfrancorp into the Noncorp sector.

San Francisco.

Zoe loved the sound of the original name, but the Corporit Wars changed everything.  Countries around the world became subsidiaries of a National Corporit Council. Colorful cities with their exciting historic images were swallowed up, homogenized into ordinary names like Sanfrancorp, Chicagocorp, Newyorcorp, Moscorp, Londoncorp.

She peeked at the border guards again. Even from her hiding place, the sounds of their heavy feet crunching loudly on a spread of glass, jarred her. No one could get near that fence without being seen or heard.

Zoe had gone over this moment time and time again. Could she work up the courage to approach the crossover, stand in the border’s blinding lights, withstand the scrutiny of soldiers with their guns drawn and ready to kill her?

It made her spine tingle.

She reached into her pocket and carefully pulled out two pills. She dry-swallowed the stimulant. That she’d begun to use more and more to get through each day worried her, but she couldn’t take a chance on any sudden weakness.   The medication would help her function better for a few hours.

The sudden blast of a klaxon with its shattering sound waves made her jump. She covered her ears and stared at a huge holographic sign that appeared out of nowhere and hung in the air in a bright flashing red:

WARNING

ENTER THE NONCORP ZONE AT YOUR OWN RISK.

RETURN NOT GUARANTEED
CORPORIT PAPERS MANDATORY
 
Her hands were shaking and she was having difficulty breathing.

What am I doing here?

What did she even know about the Noncorps? The bits and pieces that she’d heard were frightening. One thing she did know: many of her friends forced into that zone were never heard from again.

She turned up the oxygen in her portable tank and took several deep breaths before she could calm down.

Now! She would have to go now or not at all.

She stepped out, heading for the guard at the gate.  Her legs wobbled, her heart lurched in her chest, and she was shaking inside of her insulated Zynec jumpsuit.

The glass under her feet alerted the nearest soldier. He spun around and pointed a gun at her face until her sweaty fingers gave up her Corporit ID card.  His wrist scanner covered the surface of her ident-card as he waited for the information to verify that she was Dr. Zoe Hidalga.

In the distance she could see her goal — the reflected lights of the 24-hour Noncorp medical complex, a half-mile south of Sanfrancorp.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do, Doctor Hida1ga?” The guard pointed vaguely in the distance.  “You may not be granted return privileges.”  When she didn’t respond, he peered at her more closely.  “Is something wrong?”

She shrugged, ignoring both his comment and the blinking red danger globes that marked the boundary between Sanfrancorp and the Noncorp area.

“May I go now?”

The guard handed back her card, switched off the barrier shield, and waved her through, shaking his head. “It’s your funeral, Doctor.”

Hit the nail on the head, soldier.

Today, she would finally face the truth.  Face up to the presence gnawing away at her insides. Killing her as it had Elliot.

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The Organ Harvesters (Assent Publishing)
Winner! The 2014 Stellar Sci-fi Contest For Science Fiction Dystopian Novel.
A damning evaluation of a system that had put technological advancements ahead of human rights, and protection of the environment.
Joe Dacy II (The Kindle Book Review)
In a dystopian world where the corporations have taken over, the Earth’s resources are at the limit of their ability to give, and the people are trapped by a brutal business regime that controls every aspect of their lives.

But a few brave souls find the courage to fight the system, among them, Zoe, a mother whose child is taken from her with she contracts a deadly disease.

The novel is a chilling look at what happens when profit comes before all else, especially when it’s shored up by propaganda and the “efficient” use of power. For fans of dystopian fiction, this one has all the creepy, spine-chilling horror one could want.

I admit I was a bit disappointed by the ending but then I realize that just meant there was room for a sequel.

Note: The Kindle Book Review received a free copy of this book for an independent, fair, and honest review. We are not associated with the author or Amazon

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