Word: stomaching
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Reza went into the operating room and came out of the recovery room smiling. Several relatives did not have the stomach to look at his right shin, cut into three pieces, with steel pins going through the bone at three points to keep them in line. At first he refused to take pain-killers hours after the anesthesia had worn off. "They say that stuff makes you a junkie." Nine days later, he underwent an operation on the left thigh bone. The postoperative pain was much worse this time. But he kept fighting. "Just spare me the stupid jokes. This...
Meanwhile, on the other side of deception, the Japanese gymnast Fujimoto broke his leg at the knee near the completion of his floor exercise. Not wanting to worry his coach or teammates, he kept the torturous pain to himself ("My whole blood was boiling at my stomach") and performed wondrously on the side horse before glancing ruefully up at the rings. Everything in Fujimoto's ring routine looked normal until the grimace just before the dismount, when he compounded his fracture with a dislocated knee and crashed in a heroic heap. Last year Tim Daggett also powdered a leg bone...
Ravaged by cancer, reviled by many of his countrymen, Jose Napoleon Duarte ! refuses to give up. Since returning last month from the U.S., where doctors confirmed he is suffering from inoperable stomach cancer, the Salvadoran President has ignored physicians' orders to limit his work load to three hours a day; he routinely puts in seven or more. Last week he addressed the National Assembly, met with church and business leaders, and conferred with visiting Costa Rican President Oscar Arias Sanchez. This week Duarte will return to Walter Reed Army Medical Center in Washington to undergo chemotherapy, but he wants...
...part of his job at the Washington Forest Protection Association was to stop the animals from stripping bark from trees and feeding on the sapwood. Then it occurred to him that the way to a bear's heart was not through the barrel of a gun but through its stomach. So he concocted a recipe of sugar- beet pulp and set out feed troughs in the forests. Immediately the bears began to spare the trees and fill their bellies with Flowers' feast...
...think I missed again.' We went down there, and it stopped kickin' and stuff. And Dad, he just started guttin' it. Dressin' it. It was the first time I saw that. I about threw up. It stunk. The intestines. The heart. The lungs. The stomach. I was right beside it. I was glad I wasn't no deer...