My
belated condolences to Illinois Senate Minority Leader Christine Radogno,
R-Lemont, who this week lost her daughter, Lisa – who suffered a massive
pulmonary embolism.
What
makes her death particularly tragic was not because of who her mother was. Or
even her boss – she worked on the D.C.-based staff of Sen. Mark Kirk, R-Ill. It
was her own age, or lack thereof.
SHE
WAS ONLY 31. Lisa should have had a full life ahead of her.
Although
the real question is to wonder what exactly constitutes a full life. It can be
so short, or so long, or anywhere in the middle. And nobody knows exactly when
their “end” will come. We truly have to appreciate every single minute.
Personally,
I’m a little more sensitive to this issue these days on account of my brother,
Chris. My younger brother has actually spent this week in an area hospital (we
think he might wind up being released on Friday).
I
had my own scare this week thinking there was a chance I could lose my little brother
(he’s barely 44), even though every time I’ve seen and spoken with him this
week, he’s claimed he felt fine – not at all out of the ordinary.
YET
WHEN, BY pure chance, he had his blood pressure taken at a clinic on Monday (he
was hoping to get some sort of medication for a sty that had developed on his
eyelid), it registered way up around 240-something.
That’s
hypertensive crisis territory. That’s where someone calls the ambulance and
insists you go to the Emergency Room because they’re afraid you can’t drive yourself
to the hospital.
He
wound up spending a day in intensive care, and has since been put in a regular
hospital room where he spends his days watching trashy television programs and
reading the newspapers to keep up on happenings of the world.
While
also complaining about how out-of-his-skull bored he has become, yet can’t go
anywhere.
NOW
DON’T GET the impression that I’m comparing my brother’s situation to that of
Lisa Radogno. She died suddenly, while it seems my brother’s potential for a
life-threatening situation was caught right at the exact moment before it
became a stroke or a heart attack or something that could have caused me a lot
more grief.
In
fact, when I happened to be visiting him at the hospital on Thursday, I was
present when a nurse took his blood pressure yet again, and it came out at a
level that almost constitutes normal and healthy by American Heart Association
standards.
I’m
fortunate. I’m likely getting my brother back – and suspect I have to be on
call Friday to pick him up from the hospital when he’s finally discharged.
But
if I think about it too closely, it becomes a near-miss. My brother isn’t ready
to depart this realm of existence at age 44. Actually, I don’t think anybody
is.
THEN
AGAIN, LIFE isn’t fair. I know people I went to high school with who died at
ages 19 and 22 – the former when his car was struck by a drunken driver and he
went flying through the windshield because of the impact, and the latter
because police said he was impaired while driving from having smoked too much
marijuana.
It
makes me think how they had too much still to do in life, just as my brother is
in need of many more years of life to ensure he accomplishes all he wants to
do.
Just
as we’re going to wonder how much more Lisa Radogno would have accomplished
with the extra 40 to 50 years that statistics indicate she might have had a
chance to experience.
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