So long to my good doctor

I said goodbye to my doctor today, all verklempt and blubbery as I sat in the thinnest of thin patient gowns.

I hate change.

Dr. K isn’t so much retiring as choosing to have a life. She’s moving into a medical field that will have her caring for patients all day and then going home and watching Netflix, taking up painting or whatever she pleases with her evenings free of the mountains of government-prescribed paperwork and reporting that comes with being a general practitioner.stethoscope2

She inherited me when her predecessor quite rightly moved off to a field of medicine I suspect involves little actual contact with patients. Since then, we’ve been through a lot together. Our beginning was a bit harrowing when a lump turned out to be the real deal. Ever since, she has been my on-top-of-it advocate and champion, ensuring I had every test and procedure to keep me on track, and nagging a little when she thought I needed it. Bless her.

We’re both moms of daughters, and each of us has a beloved girl living Down Under. We talk about – okay, it’s me doing most of the talking, but she doesn’t disagree – the men, the jobs, the schools, the sun that drew them there and how we’re not particularly successful in our motherly campaigns to draw them north. We like each other. She follows When  I’m 64. I love her for that.

Happily my good Dr. K has successfully found a GP for both MrWI64 and me. In this town, we’re among the lucky ones.

Just last week at a pre-Christmas wine and cheese, Bill, a friend in his late ‘70s told us he’d said goodbye to his doctor that day. He’d been this GP’s first patient 38 years ago, and on this day he was the last patient his doctor would see. Now Bill feels cast into the medical wilderness, wondering if he’s destined to a life of long waits at walk-in clinics already at capacity or, worse, going to hospital emergency to be seen.

Doctors like doctoring, and Dr. K suggests fewer GPs would leave private practice if government would free them of the weighty administrative burdens. Some jurisdictions are opting for government-established clinics in which doctors doctor and administrative staff take care of the reporting and paperwork.

Meanwhile, she’s a bit excited about this next professional stage.

She will be a doctor, not an administrator.

Fortunate will be the patients in her care.




4 Comments Add yours

  1. Henny Chassar says:

    Ours retired as well and we were happily surprised to find her replacement turned out to be the daughter of our former physician in Duncan..feel blessed


    1. Gery Lemon says:

      I too feel blessed . . . like you, one of the lucky ones. Dr numbers are shrinking dramatically in Victoria. I’ve a friend who had brain surgery and all her followup has been through walk-ins.


  2. Jayne Beason says:

    Hearing such stories does indeed make you feel lucky to have a doctor to call your “family doctor”! It’s also frustrating for those whom may even have one but are not happy with them, there’s no chance you can go shopping for a better one.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Gery Lemon says:

      Right. The days of doctor shopping for a fit are long past.


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