Every once in a while I see something that stops me in my tracks. This time it was a report I saw in our internal library abstracts that told of a new and highly effective experimental treatment for a very threatening illness known in hospital talk as “C. diff. I had served on our local hospital board for a while, so I was used to hearing about and monitoring stats for Clostridium difficile. It's an infection people who are on antibiotics can get, and it's often deadly. Hospitals do not like C. diff, and it's whispered in hushed tones, "He's got C. diff." Not good. So imagine this conversation:
You are in the hospital and you've been having diarrhea really badly, bloody even. You feel like crap! You may die. Seriously. Your doctor comes in and says, "This is serious. There is only one thing we can do. You will need a transplant." Your heart skips a few beats.
"What kind of transplant, doctor?" fearful you may not live till your waiting list number comes up.
"A fecal transplant."”
"Excuse me?" you ask. "I mean, isn't fecal a word for poop?"