THE VARSITY
It was bound to happen- names, soon more,
of medical people who gave their all under unfair stress, hoping to
save more from the plague. As
I salute them, I think of some special, fine doctors in my life. They also deserve my salute.
When I was expecting my first daughter, the flu kept me lying on the sofa. Then one day, though I hadn’t called him, the
obstetrician drove to our house!
He took
some vitals and gave me advice I still follow: “Coca cola will keep food down when nothing
else will.” It does. He was the first of many angels.
Years later, working for Dr.s in CA, someone recommended Dr. K, to save me from managed care. He became my doctor for 20 years, and felt like a friend, sitting by me, taking notes that he saved. He diagnosed my leg pain as a spine problem in 30 seconds, let me choose my surgeon.
And drove from Burbank to the hospital two nights at midnight! to be sure I was okay
The surgeon was a quiet man. At the end of many follow- up checkups, I was okay. I sat up. He was standing at the bottom of the table, looking incredibly happy that I was well. Even my family did not look so overjoyed.
There were others in CA, but I won't mention them all. When I had to leave for TX, I was terribly sad. Dr. K had saved all his notes, and gave them to me for my records.
