(spoiler alert)..Consultation With My Doctor

October 20, 2012

 

 

Dear Dr C….

 As usual it was wonderful to see you today!!!!

 Can you believe it was 6 years ago I came to you with my bleeding Colitis….after a horrible air  trip back  from London….where I had gone to celebrate my 60th!!!

 I had this bloody shit (no other way to describe it)….that started in London  …for a reason I first thought was due to the food…(later found out it was due to the stress of my job)

 …and when it became more serious…went to the emergency at Victoria (Rail Station)…where they directed me to a hospital……Queens ???…no that is too romantic….

I waited forever…..in the Lobby…then a doctor with a Turnbull Asher shirt came out,.. with Gold cufflinks on…..he took me into this dingy sort of observation room ….did the stethoscope thing…talked to me and said “You have Collitis”….which I had never heard of before…. He explained it was an irritation of the colon…and that I would have to go home to the US and see my doctor…..and charged me $878.00

 He did NOT give me any prednisone…which I got from you days later  on my return…but HAD he….I would not have had to go through such Hell on my flight back… I know you understand what it must be like to have to stand for a long time  in a  passport line…when you have diarrhea ….and yet  you have taken 10 Lomotil  to prevent it …..

 I guess the worst was flying in First Class over Minnesota…..and my seatmate had an especially fragrant meal which made me nauseous  I had declined the meal …..

 Like canoeing in the middle of the rapids……..…it hit me…raging… white blinding Fury!!!!

 I could NOT go to the 1st Class john…which was only 15 feet away from me due to the  Desert and Drambuie  Cart blocking the way …..so had to run down the whole  length of the plane….to use the bathroom  at the back of the plane….as blood and shit  was pouring down my leg…….

 It was the MOST  embarrassing moment of my 60 years…..

 After I got home…I was taken to the hospital…was put  a room…that I shared with a man who I guess had a similar condition….

 MAN he snored and had a HUGE family……who seemed to be always there eating all sort of burritos

…. could they talk like forever….I assumed they must NOT be from Minnesota….where we only talk about important things…..like crops…Muskies caught….and the weather…

 It was several days later that my main GP Dr K….introduced me to you…..

 And the point of this letter is to THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! For EVERYTHING you have done for me….

 

I KNOW that my colitis would NOT BE  in remission today if it were not for you…..telling me about natural remedies…like  Probiotics …reducing stress etc etc…..

 

But I have to tell you Dr C….when I first met you…I thought you looked like a mad man…..I mean your hair was all wild…..but after we talked and I asked about your life…

I understood……………

the problem you were having with your wife of so many years…a mental issue….

 We would talk about your father…you had pictures of him on your office walls….. would talk about your new  love life……after your divorce…..

 BUT Dr C…I KNEW when you did NOT appear to do my colonoscopy…last July…

and they told me that a Family emergency came up…I was hit like by a thunderbolt …as I KNEW it was your Dad…….

 

And today seeing you and realizing I was right….soo soo saddened  me that he is physically gone…..

 I cannot thank you for showing me the book that he and you made about his life…….if you have an extra I would REALLY  like to buy one….as I really love that period in the US’s Life….the period starting with the Depression and going on through WWII….(I just want to read the whole book and peruse the pictures of Life back Then….(sigh)…)

 Reading the few pages I could as we “consulted”….just mesmerized me….

 As I told you he IS  THE  American Epitome of what happened back then…that NO ONE can conceive now.

..his dedication..supporting his family….putting himself through Northwester…being such a wonderful jock ……….fighting in the South Pacific..coming back and raising such a wonderful family……working without question or complaint……

for me he was the TRUE AMERICAN  hero of that period…..

 

Working 11 hours a day ..6 days a week….….feeling rich because he had 50 cents in his pocket at the end of the week… and yet have to support his mother and his siblings…..

 

Getting a scholarship- at Northwestern (?)….his football and baseball prowess…being a member of that fraternity…..

 He passed on into the firmament at the age of 95 I think you said….

 My Dad would be 98 today ……I just wish he had written down more personal thoughts like your Dad did….they were both sooo similar…….

 

Dr C…you ARE  a chip off the old block….NEVER lose sight of how wonderful you are!!!!

One Response to “(spoiler alert)..Consultation With My Doctor”

  1. Oh xR:

    I love how you write of the transfusion of love between Doctor and patient that begins with a cold analytical eye and slowly unfolds to a revelation of a shared humanity.

    I remember this event, this very, very cliff hanger health scare.
    And, as time unfolded and you healed from bleeding internally you recognized the heart of your Dr. C.

    My beloved doctor was Dr. Mark B. Coventry- our relationship spanned 4 decades. The last year, I was compelled to bloom my open heart to him- unveiling my dance with him. There were several letters between us until he died. He told me before his body became breath: Cathy, promise me two things. ONLY let those who honor and respect you come near and ALWAYS remain an artist.

    We were collaborators. I was his broken Ming vase. He was the fierce sea of harrowing fear and pain I crossed because I trusted him.

    The last time I saw Dr. Coventry was at my solo exhibition: I HEAR THE BLOOM WITHIN THE SEED. He sent a card once he received the otice stating: “…nothing can keep me away!”

    When I saw him that evening on 11 November, my senses confirmed I di not invent the love we shared. His scent, his touch, the mischievous and searing intelligence, his kindness, his touch, his smell was what I remembered. I did not make him up.

    Dr. Coventry was my indelible template of what authentic love is: a still presence. All the x-rays he peered at he saw not just my bone, but my spirit.

    My Dr. C called out my spirit. His vision of me walking was our dream. My determination and his poetic and technical genius created an adventure of hope.

    I love you, Robby.

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