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Agent Orange the ultimate victor in the end
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For the Daily Gleaner
Published Friday June 1st, 2007
Appeared on page B7
Your mission to destroy the forests of New Brunswick has become a greater success than ever imaginable.
Not only have your toxins damaged the growth of Camp Gagetown's foliage, but in addition, you have succeeded in ruining the lives of countless human beings.
The rate of disease among those working and living in Camp Gagetown's vicinity has never been so high. Both employees coming into direct contact with you, as well as those who innocently breathed in your presence, have fallen victim to disease and death at very young
ages.
Take Grant Buck for example, a resident of Fredericton who worked at Camp Gagetown during his earlier years while you, Agent Orange, were also present.
Grant had never smoked a cigarette in his life, and he had never been drunk. He led a life full of love for everything and everyone, yet he found himself dying in a hospital bed at the age of 65.
I remember going to visit him one afternoon at the Oromocto Hospital. I entered Grant's room to find him lying in bed, his back to the door. I said hello, but he could not turn over to acknowledge my presence because he was in so much pain.
As I approached, I saw that his skin had turned yellow again, a result of a malfunctioning liver. He had tubes around his neck and in his nose. There were bags with bubbles hanging over his head. Oxygen, I was told.
He tried to say hello, but gurgled instead. There was a vomit bucket placed on the bedside table.
Grant smacked his lips and the woman sitting next to the helpless man fed him ice chips from a spoon. This dedicated woman was my mother.
The man wheezed and then finally managed to say hello. His voice was barely audible.
I climbed onto the bed, kissed his forehead and tried to give him a hug, but he could not hug me back.
This man was my father, and here he was, stuck in bed, too weak to hug me back. This is the same father who used to request a big hug with two arms and say, "What kind of a hug was that? Hug me
again."
The IV screamed because I had moved his hand too much. As I looked over the rest of his body, I noticed that his stomach was bloated. Liquid, the doctor said. They were going to have to limit his intake because there was too much liquid in his system.
Was he not dehydrated the day before? I did not understand.
Dad's temperature was still rising. I could see his collarbone, that was a first. He asked me what was new, but the conversation was choppy as he drifted in and out of consciousness thanks to the painkillers.
Mom pulled me aside and told me my brother was going to be flying into town for Thursday. It was the earliest he could get home. Mom then asked me if I would like to be called if she knew Dad's time was falling short.
"Of course," I said. I wanted to be there. The tissue at the hospital felt like sandpaper, and I remember laughing about that. We cried some more and then returned to the room where Grant Buck, a loving father, husband, son, brother and friend was about to die of cancer.
There you have it, Agent Orange. Another life gone, and all thanks to you.
Grant battled cancer for 15 years, and he had undergone treatments including medication and radiation and another medication and surgery and more medication and chemotherapy followed by further medication.
In the end however, your method of attack was sneaky and your weapon unbeatable, and you became the almighty conqueror. What a hit you were Agent Orange; a success indeed! And to think the government tried to keep your talents hidden.
Shannon Buck lives in New Maryland, N.B.
