Good bastard, tough gig

Kane has the good looks of a garden gargoyle and the physical strength of a cup of jelly (the sloppy kind, not the chewy, leathery skinned kind), but he has a heart of gold. Well, actually, his heart is the problem - when he was lining up for organs in pre-heaven, God discovered that Kane was a cheeky bugger and decided to short-change him with a dicky ticker. So Kane was born in need of heart surgery and has been a friend of the medical fraternity ever since.

Kane’s condition and his nuggety determination to keep going makes him a medical marvel worth study. So several times a year, Kane is probed and prodded (I think the probing is an optional extra - he always ticks that box), by the Otago Med School students. Their assignment is to figure out what is wrong with Kane and report it back to the Med Prof. Typically, the students bring back a very long list of deficiencies, and some of them even recognise his heart condition and pace-maker (the resealable zip on his chest is a giveaway).

Kane’s always lived on borrowed time and he has made the most of it - working hard, creating a wonderful family and friend group and always giving back to his community.

So, this post (and this website really) is to recognise my hero - Kane the good bastard.