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Putting our feet up for a while …

December 17, 2018 6 Comments

Sue Wootton

Corpus has had another great year, publishing 127 posts on a wide variety of health-related topics by a wide variety of writers. Recently we also passed 100,000 reads of articles on the site since we launched Corpus in May 2016. The total number of articles we’ve published so far is over 350.

Corpus is now taking a lengthy break over summer. Posts on the site will resume on an intermittent basis from March 2019. Due to other commitments and a lack of funding, we will be unable to keep up the pace of publishing three articles a week.

The website will stay online indefinitely so you can dip back into articles you enjoyed or haven’t read yet. Just use the search and category boxes to find something of interest.

Many thanks again to all those who have contributed such thoughtful pieces over the past three years. We can’t sign off without a special thank you to our unsung hero Doug Lilly who has managed the design and technical side of the site since its inception (even though it made him intolerably grumpy at times as he fought off the spammers and hackers).

Here’s a small selection of 2018’s most popular posts to dip back into:

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“A cataclysmic emergency”: the influenza epidemic in Dunedin

December 17, 2018 3 Comments

Sue Wootton

In March 1917, a school leaver called Frances McAllister travelled from her North Island home to the southern city of Dunedin. She was one of seven or eight females among thirty new entrants at the Otago Medical School. (The 1917 intake was much smaller than usual due to military conscription.) McAllister graduated as a doctor in 1922. Her memoir (published under her married name Frances Preston), Lady Doctor, Vintage Model, is a fascinating window into New Zealand life in the first half of the twentieth century. As the blurb puts it:

The early days of New Zealand medicine were not for the squeamish. Tuberculosis, hydatids, osteomyelitis and syphilis were common, bush-felling and saw-milling accidents abounded, and the 1918 Influenza Epidemic cut a swath through the country.”

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Unlonely centenarians: the secret power of Super Agers

December 10, 2018 6 Comments

Sharon Leitch

Not many people make their 100^th birthday. It’s a big deal, and rightly so: the family celebration and obligatory photos, the card from HRH (not so far off the Big Day herself), perhaps a write-up in the local paper. “Tell us!” the journalist asks, “what is the secret of your longevity?” We collectively lean forward to catch their snippets of wisdom. What is their secret? A Philosopher’s Stone? The Elixir of Life? After all, living for a Very Long Time is as close to immortality as we can achieve in the here-and-now.

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The power of the primary source

December 10, 2018 Leave a Comment

Barbara Brookes

In 1976, Professor Cyril Dixon, Head of the Department of Preventive and Social Medicine at the University of Otago, handed me a Preventive Medicine Dissertation written in 1942 by a 5th year medical student. I was a twenty-one-year-old history honours student working on a dissertation on abortion in the 1930s. Donald McAllister’s dissertation provided a source I never imagined existed: an interview with a ‘backstreet’ abortionist. Here I learned of the desperation of the mainly married women who had abortions performed in the back of the abortionist’s car. He knew his anatomy and about sterilising his implements (a No. 8 gum elastic catheter, slightly modified) and how to protect his identity (by performing his services in the dark). I tracked down Dr McAllister who was happy to speak to me and I learned even more. I was fascinated by his insights into the murky, undercover world of backstreet abortion.

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Almost a year…

December 3, 2018 1 Comment

Carolyn McCurdie

Mr and Mrs McCurdie — Carolyn McCurdie’s parents on their wedding day, 1940.

Mum was 91 when she died in June 2011. She’d been relatively well, but a fall put her in hospital, where she contracted pneumonia. She’d never completely recovered from the shock of Dad’s death, sixteen years earlier. That her life continued in his absence seemed to her to be perverse. So when it became clear that these were her final days, she looked forward to reunion. For her, there were no doubts. Her concern was then to tell each of us who gathered that she loved us, to talk to us about our wellbeing in the days to come. There was calm, generosity, grace. If a death can be beautiful, this one was.

So my grief was more for myself than for her. She did not want longer life. But there is no preparation for the loss of a loving mother. And it was more than that. Until then, I hadn’t realised that my view of my parents was still my child’s view of the single unit, Mum-and-Dad. As long as Mum was here, then so was Dad in some strange way. Then they were both gone. Completely.

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