Doc Oaxaca by William K. Eley 1
[email protected] © 2019 Registered US Copyright Office Library of Congress 1-8089850731 All rights reserved 2 To Carroll Behrhorst, 1923 – 1990 Helen Caldicott, 1938 - present Obie Minter, 1946 - 1978 George Guess, 1947 - present and Jude, Saul, PJ, Alan, Peter, Lucretia, Patty, Susie, Tommy, Meg, Carol, Carlton, Nancy, Henrietta, Patch and the many other friends and denizens of the Rockpile, Wherever you may be And to many more who shared those fabulous times on the gringo trail "Medicine is a social science, and politics nothing but medicine on a grand scale… Doctors are the natural advocates of the poor, and social problems are … their jurisdiction." -- Karl Virchow, 1880 3 Invocation So. This is the end. Let it go, you tell yourself. Accept this moment, this alert painless paralysis. Watch that feather cloud of black razors, hovering, grim, seductive. And think: at least it’s me, and not John. At least fate isn’t fool enough to lose the doctor just to save the writer. You’ve heard of John? Maybe you only know the legend of Doc Oaxaca. And maybe it is crazy to write about him, and to conjure up that grinning ghost from our misdiagnosed era. Cowards love silence. God damn them anyway. Draw the brave and hollow circle. Lean forward and light the fire. Listen to that wind, as it blows sheets of stinging rain through this soul, and go back, again, to that moment. 4 Part I San Jose Chapter 1 San Jose, Sangre de Christo mountains, Mexico Sometime in the late 20th century Thunder startled me at dawn, and the smell of coffee, bubbling on the camp stove, banished a lingering dream of home in Virginia.