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Quite close now. But it’s not just a question of how close, it’s a question of for how long you stay there. For example, here’s a photo of someone approaching very close to the elephant’s foot.I personally don’t think this man was there on a suicide mission. In 1986 approaching this close probably would have killed you, that is you would likely have died within a couple of weeks to a month, if you had stayed there for about 300 seconds.The initial radiation levels, when they were first measured on the foot itself, were about 10,000 Roentgen per hour. Recall that 400 rems is the LD50/30 without receiving special medical treatment and you have a rough idea of about how long you could stay there. No one actually did that, of course. There was no conceivable need for anyone to do that. The first photos were taken by cameras that were pushed towards the foot on carts.By 1996 the time you could stay before receiving a potentially lethal dose was up by a factor of 10, so about an hour, and the radiation levels were down by a similar amount. Since then, it has been another 20 years and there is undoubtedly a further reduction in the radiation levels in the vicinity of the foot, but probably not as much as there was initially. The longer half-life fission products like Cs-137 and Sr-90 are still emitting, and the half-lives for those nuclides are about 30 years, so it takes a longer time for them to decay away by another factor of 10. For these isotopes to decay by a factor of a thousand, it takes about ten half-lives, and that is about 300 years. At that point there will still be radioactivity, but it will be coming from less radioactive and still longer-lived nuclides.By the way, that shielding that the man is wearing is not enough to stop gamma rays. That is probably mostly intended to keep him from getting radioactive dust on his skin, and the breathing filter that he is wearing will be to prevent inhalation of any radioactive dust particles. Inhaling alpha emitters and some beta emitters can be a significant problem. I’m sure that he managed the time he spent there so that the dose he absorbed was not enough to be dangerous.

This is who I was.I was able to walk at one point.I walked five miles a day, in fact.Every day.Then my body changed.Not all at once, with a date I could circle on the calendar.But something gradual and insidious.Walking became an exercise in aggravation and endurance.Treatments didn’t work.Medication did nothing to halt the decline.Physical therapy did not restore functionality.Do you know how hard it is when you can’t keep your feet?I had to change homes.Cities.More than once.Seeking medical treatment and a home I could safely live in.The assistive devices began arriving.A traditional walker.A rollator.And still I fell, because I was overdoing things.It wasn’t even that hard to do.The nadir was breaking my foot in seven places one hazy morning at dawn.I’m a morning person.I voluntarily wake without an alarm clock at five.And I was physically exhausted when I woke up.I was prescribed a cast and a rental wheelchair.It was seventy five pounds and balky and only usable on wheelchair accessible vehicles.It was functionality.On a limited basis.I had a broken foot for over a year.My insurance said you own your rental wheelchair if you’re still needing it at month thirteen.And so I became a wheelchair owner.Still I overdid things.I couldn’t put my behemoth wheelchair in a car.Traveling was an exercise in aggravation and endurance.The definition of traveling expanded and expanded.A doctor’s appointment across town was only marginally less challenging than a medical trip across the state.I couldn’t walk with my walker more than fifteen minutes at most.I would fall asleep in sheer exhaustion whether or not I was prepared for it to happen.My world narrowed and narrowed.I didn’t go out anymore.Not to anywhere more exciting than Walmart.Nobody liked the electric carts.They weren’t available much of the time anyway.I would often come prepared to shop and have to sit in the car.Then one day my ultra light custom wheelchair arrived.Finally finally.It could be loaded in any car.I could go anywhere I wanted.It was light enough and flexible enough that it was like wearing a pair of fantastic shoes.I was more comfortable sitting than I had been in years.It turned out that I was actually capable of staying awake.The omnipresent danger of falling and injury at last became manageable.I was overjoyed.And I started living.This is who I am now.

The rudest thing a nurse ever said was that I should stop trying because I could never be smart enough to understand.The background to that statement is that my husband was diagnosed with small cell lung cancer. I was by his side 24/7 fo 60 days unless his daughter gave me a short break. I even slept at the hospital in his room. Through his course of chemo and radiation he was hospitalized 5 times. This happened on the last time. I was well aware of his medications, treatment and other medical conditions. He had had a heart attack 10 years before. Due to the treatment his kidney function was watched closely. One of the medications caused him to feel like he needed to urinate often. During the first hours in ER he was very sick and confused. He complained about the full bladder feeling and couldn’t relay any other information. A urologist was scheduled to see him the next day even though he had been seen several times and the cause had been determined. The Doctor came in, I swear he never read husbands chart, asked my husband why he was there, husband on lots of pain meds said “because I can’t pee right”. Doctor prescribed a medication that was not to be used with some of his other meds or for someone with heart problems. I nicely brought this up. The Doctor rolled his eyes and turned to the nurse and said he was prescribing it, that it wasn’t a problem. Husband got the first dose that afternoon. His blood pressure dropped slightly and I asked if that med could be the cause and would the nurse please double check with the internist on duty. I was brushed off with an eye roll. I know she never checked. The early next morning, with in a hour of the second dose, husband was incoherent, BP dropping. Same day nurse…she went out to locate the internist. Suddenly buzzers are going off and nurses fly into the room, see the monitor and beeping and a crash cart follows with the internist and crash crew. They are attempting to stabilize him, I’m staying out of the way in a corner of the room. The internist says “what the heck is going on he was doing so well, I can’t believe this “. I finally piped up and said “could it be the medication the urologist prescribed”? The internist looked at the nurse and actually said “who the hell decided that “. With that information, they were able to counteract the effects and stabilize husband. I was scared and upset at all that had happened, but just as shocked by the same eye rolling nurse as she left the room. She leaned close and said “stop trying because you will never be smart enough to understand “. I walked out and luckily found the internist in the hall, explained the nurse’s attitude and asked that she not come back in to husbands room, never saw her again. That was over 6 years ago, husband is alive and well. He is not a statistic. I am not stupid.