Doctor M; and Velma

 


Dr. M is my Pulmonary Specialist.  I saw him today for a follow up after a recent  chest x-ray.  The good news is that my lungs are rated B+.  There are no troublesome nodules etc, It could/should be a lot worse for this lifetime smoker. 

But the risk of a stroke remains.  We talked about this.  Dr. M has noted my wishes should I suffer a stroke which could render me unable to communicate.  My health care proxy also knows my wishes.

Good Dr. M. He did not lecture me.  Instead, he sat down; looked me me in the eyes, and thereby enabled a conversation. Doctoring at its best!

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A bit later I was at my local Publix Supermarket.  My clerk/cashier was Velma.  I did a double take. Wonderful Velma had quit some months ago. Now she was back!   

What a joy to see her again.  What a joy!

As our transaction ended Velma said "thank you my dear!"

Oh thank and thank you dear Velma!



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