Today I made My Dr Cry!
 

Then she made me cry! After reading some horror stories here about some bad Dr's I got to thinking about how lucky I am to have one I can trust and that she believes in me, never looks at her watch and gives me all the time I need so as we were leaving I touched her arm and told her how grateful I was to have found such a wonderful Dr and thanked her for all she has done for me.....she looked at me in shock as though she does not hear that very often and she told me she felt the same about me because I was for real, not a lying scheming Pt, and that she knows I do the best I can do with what I have and so I left crying but it was a good cry!:)

Awwwww, that's so nice, Junie. :hug:

Very touching. So happy for you!

I love it when Dr's show their human side...it should happen more often. I remember my dr. calling me when she read about Matthew (our grandson) in the paper and she offered to come over. That meant a lot to me.

(((Junie)))

Hey Junie~ It's good to see posts like this once in a while. It's obvious your Dr thinks alot of you, too.

It is so nice to hear the "good" reports. I really believe that most doctors and nurses fo into the profession because they really care. I also believe that due to unbelievable workloads, a difficult job, stress, and just plain self-preservation that some lose the good intention they started with.

If I ever forget to show my patients how much I care and why I am there...somebody better boot me out! There are many easier ways to make a living - that is for sure.

But - thanks for reporting someone who is doing it right!!!!!

Awwww, thanks for sharing this with us. Jim has a wonderful spinal cord doctor too and not at all afraid to show his human side.

When my husband was ill I called my family doctor to tell him that Wes was having a second brain surgery. It was two am....his service had been instructed to give me his home phone number. He told me how serious a second surgery was and told me that I should be prepared, and then asked if he could pray for us. When Wes died ( on a Sunday) my doctor called me at home ( I have no idea how he knew, unless he was checking in...the hopital agreed to tell no one without preauthorization...but my doctor was on the list of people they could talk to) anyway, he called me at home and offered any help that he could give...offered his prayers and condolences...
and scheduled an appointment for me to come in "just to check you out".
Then, months later when I came in with serious depression issues he said "well, duh!" Gave me an exam and meds and a shoulder to cry on...and wouldn't charge me a dime.
I love that guy....

May I make a good report?
A little over a year after my first brain surgery I started having seizures again so I was talking to my neurosurgeon about more surgery. Husband said, "No more surgery. Not another brain surgery. That stuff is too hard on me. It would be easier if she just kept having seizures." The dear man didn't look at husband, didn't turn his head. He kept his eyes LOCKED on mine and then started back into describing the second surgery - May 18, 2007. I haven't had a seizure since then.

Years ago after my husband had walked out and I was alone, deeply depressed and anxious, and severely lacking sleep (no matter what Rx I tried), I was desperate to see my family doctor. I was too agitated to feel like driving so I walked there. The nurse could tell how upset I was so she very kindly took me straight into an exam room so I didn't have to sit with the group of patients in the waiting room. I was bouncing my foot when my doctor came in the room and he just let me talk and talk. I wasn't sure if I was about to crash and if I should be alone on the weekend or what to do. He gave me some good suggestions and feedback and then he apologized for having to excuse himself to see another patient. He came back and we talked some more. Finally I felt OK enough to go home. We walked out of the exam room and I saw that all the lights in the doctor's office were off and it was totally quiet. I saw the time and then realized how long I had been there and that the rest of the staff had left work at least half an hour ago. I was extremely grateful to my doctor for taking so much time with me and I realized that I then knew I had the strength and courage to look after myself. (I mean for the weekend on my own!)

My doctor knew me (and my kids) for the 5 years before my ex left and he stood by me through some very difficult times. When my ex later tried to take me to court to try and prove that I wasn't depressed (and if I was, it had nothing to do with how my ex walked out without any warning), my doctor was prepared to stand up for me in court and back me up all the way. Thank goodness we were able to settle outside of court.

That same nurse and doctor are so pleased for how I have been able to recover and move on and I'm so glad I found them when I first moved here.

Could he be any more self-centered and horrible?? That's just disgusting!

(((wren))):hug:

I'm SO glad you had the surgery and that you haven't had any more seizures!!

:)