Showing posts with label Good doctors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Good doctors. Show all posts

Sunday, April 26, 2020

THE VARSITY

 

First:  a Postscript: His changing my Tamoxifen dose to half-strength did bring me back to my usual self ..capable of arithmetic and all.

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THE VARSITY

 One day, years ago, I went in for a colonoscopy.  The doctor did not arrive. The nurses had some theories, but I was just lying there.  Then someone said, Dr. G can do it, and started to wheel me into the room.   NO!  I insisted no one was coming near me with anything sharp until I at least met him.  They agreed and pushed me into the procedure room. A young man appeared near my feet, looked at me, and said:  Thirsty?  For some reason, I  had to laugh.

Weeks later, he was to get some samples for the surgeon.  I was lying in the hall; a young nurse came by, looked at the tag on the gurney, and said:  "You got Dr. G!  He does fancy!"

And he did.  

He was friendly, helpful, and easy to talk with about anything.  Even cheered me along on the phone once when prep just about knocked me down.  

I believe he has his own practice now, and it's their good fortune.


Sunday, March 29, 2020

THE VARSITY


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.