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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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would have been able to guess - so he did come before the instruments had been shoved down my throat. The moment Moersch entered, however, he took over. It was he who was in command from then on. It was he who took charge of the gastroscopy and found and pointed the land-marks in my stomach. He, who located the irregularities to Schmitt, "The gastritis is healed. Much better than I have ever seen it" a pause "The polyp on the lesser curvature is now to be seen. It can however, only be detected on the peristaltic movement." "Now it is gone". "There it is back again." "You take a look, Dr Schmitt," Thus continued the inspection of the stomach. In a short interval which perhaps seemed long because it was marked, the investigation was over. The instruments were deftly removed and I was helped to a sitting position and was wiped up. Then I was taken to the adjoining room for the cooling off process - to just sit until I felt better and had regained my nervous composure. Dr Moersch came to me there and told me the gastritis, in the intervening two weeks generously plus. Whether this was actually true or whether this was good psychology to send me to surgery. The doctors - I find - don't usually pervaracate in any thing that really matters. Had it however, not been improved and I had gone to surgery in that knowledge, I should certainly have gone with the gravest doubts. As it was I went with the deepest trust, in the complete knowledge that they would see to it that I would come through - and all that this great powers could do would be done for me. Dr. Moersch continued that memorable afternoon, "The polyp has not improved as we had hoped. In fact it has enlarged even during this short time if anything I would recommend surgery without delay." The blow had fallen. I suppose I really knew all the while deep within me, what the inevitable outcome would be, but I had steeled myself against it, and really dared not face it until it could be escaped
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would have been able to guess - so he did come before the instruments had been shoved down my throat. The moment Moersch entered, however, he took over. It was he who was in command from then on. It was he who took charge of the gastroscopy and found and pointed the land-marks in my stomach. He, who located the irregularities to Schmitt, "The gastritis is healed. Much better than I have ever seen it" a pause "The polyp on the lesser curvature is now to be seen. It can however, only be detected on the peristaltic movement." "Now it is gone". "There it is back again." "You take a look, Dr Schmitt," Thus continued the inspection of the stomach. In a short interval which perhaps seemed long because it was marked, the investigation was over. The instruments were deftly removed and I was helped to a sitting position and was wiped up. Then I was taken to the adjoining room for the cooling off process - to just sit until I felt better and had regained my nervous composure. Dr Moersch came to me there and told me the gastritis, in the intervening two weeks generously plus. Whether this was actually true or whether this was good psychology to send me to surgery. The doctors - I find - don't usually pervaracate in any thing that really matters. Had it however, not been improved and I had gone to surgery in that knowledge, I should certainly have gone with the gravest doubts. As it was I went with the deepest trust, in the complete knowledge that they would see to it that I would come through - and all that this great powers could do would be done for me. Dr. Moersch continued that memorable afternoon, "The polyp has not improved as we had hoped. In fact it has enlarged even during this short time if anything I would recommend surgery without delay." The blow had fallen. I suppose I really knew all the while deep within me, what the inevitable outcome would be, but I had steeled myself against it, and really dared not face it until it could be escaped
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