I am bereft.
I have had the same wonderful family physician for 42 years. He has seen me through university graduation (the first time), he saw me through my first employment woes, my uncertainties and insecurities. He saw me through university graduation (the second time), he saw me through a marriage, difficulty getting pregnant, pregnancy difficulties and childbirth. He saw me through my sports competitions and injuries, my various maladies and frustrations. He saw me through stages of caregiving for three ageing parents who had varying struggles. He saw me through marriage strife, through employment injustices, through parental deaths and grieving, through a hospital misdiagnosis and was not satisfied to say I had fallen through the cracks. He saw me through university graduation (the third time). He discovered why I was falling all the time and sent me to the right surgeon, he saw me through relocating, through widowhood, through anxieties and concerns that he assured me were very justified. He has seen me through every important event of my life–both the good and the bad and today he retires.
Although I knew it was coming it has sneaked up on me and I am bereft. If I succeed in what I am doing I cannot believe he will not be there to see me through university graduation (the fourth time). I owe him so much. Enjoy your retirement Doc.
On Tuesday I meet my new family doctor. It’s the beginning of a new era. I wonder if he will put up with me for 42 years.
Mundane Musings 