Ostomy Memory -- the XKE

Aug 13, 2020 8:34 am

Two hospitalizations preceded my ostomy surgery. The first one started in November, 1963, just after I’d turned twenty-one, and lasted one and a half months. The second commenced in April, 1964, with the surgery that July. The hospital had a social worker whose job was to visit patients and provide encouragement. “Oh, you’re doing so well.” “You look terrific this morning.” “You’ll be out of here in no time.” I suppose the one word for this gal’s work product was HOPE, and she looked good doing it too. She was tall, slender, blonde, with a smile that broke right through my belly pains. She had more than that, in fact. One day she got me out of that gawd-awful hospital bed and we walked over to the window. “You want to see my car?” she offered. She pointed into the parking lot several floors below. And there it was, gleaming like a gem in a pile of rocks: a beautiful, golden, Jaguar XKE, the model with the long, lean snout, the recessed headlights, and the small, puckered mouth, like an invitation to a kiss, as the grill. “When you get well,” she told me, “I’ll let you take it for a spin.” But I was not doing well. I did not know it when they wheeled me down the hallway on that gurney toward surgery that the odds were against my making it back. Perhaps my family knew, but nobody told me. Then, following the surgery, I did get well. I came back from the eighty-three pounds to which I’d wasted away. And I returned to that hospital to thank the staff that had helped get me through that hell. I saw the blonde with the hot car too. “Can I take it for a spin now?” I was having one of my stupid moments. There was no way that chick was going to hand me the keys to that XKE. Hope, the social worker’s stock in trade, had been her proffer when I needed it, but I didn’t need it any more, I suppose. I was now up, out of that hospital bed, ambulatory, convalesced, surgically repaired, but now that shiny XKE needed repairs, she claimed. It wasn’t running right. Maybe some other time. She may have had a Jaguar XKE, that blonde, but she was really just a Ford Falcon kind of girl.

Aug 13, 2020 10:24 am

Hello HenryM.

Another great post!  The social worker probably did you a great favour by making an excuse for you not to drive her car. The 'E' type jaguar was possibly one of the best looking cars to hit the market in the sixties and seventies  but, what people  don't tell you is that they were really awful cars to drive. Not only did the social worker give you 'hope', in your hour of need, but she kept the illusion of perfection alive by protecting you from the truth about this model.

I like the analogy with the Jag and the Ford Falcon and the link with the woman. Some 'people' look great on the outside --- etc.

If you want a more acurate picture of the truth about the Jaguar XKE try: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWJxhmOrirM

Best wishes


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Aug 13, 2020 11:21 am

Bill, I later learned about the wonderful -- and oftimes temperamental -- British autos from experience.  I owned a Triumph Spitfire, later an MGB.  Thanks for your comment & stay well.  HenryM

ron in mich
Aug 13, 2020 1:25 pm

Hi guys, great story Henry and guys. The English cars were good to look at but had their faults like any mechanical thing. I remember my neighbors who moved back to their hometown from Detroit with a blue MG that sat in their yard more than it was driven. One day, as I was delivering the local paper, I asked about it and as it turned out, it had severe electrical problems and would leave them stranded on the side of the road. Back then, there wasn't a garage to bring it to as there were only Chevy, Ford, or Chrysler dealerships in the area.

Aug 14, 2020 6:33 am

Hi Henry,

Well, I've always been a Vette guy, and I wasn't even born yet when your story occurred, but I did date a gal back in the early 90's who had a stunningly beautiful British Racing Green XKE. Talk about a beauty... the curves, the shape... and she purred like a kitten until you revved her up... and then she'd scream... wow! And her car was pretty damn nice too! Thanks for the memories!



Living with Your Ostomy | Hollister
Aug 14, 2020 8:50 am

Sounds like a real fine double date... & they both had a four-speed gearbox.