An ailing doctor

I called the doctor's office to make an appointment for Cliff: his regular three-month checkup and lab work (to make sure Lipitor isn't destroying his liver). I asked for Dr. D., and was told, "He's still on medical leave."

I didn't know if I should ask about the medical problem or not; my brain went into high speed, and first I said, "Well, then Dr. G. will be fine."

"There will be quite a long wait, then."

No surprise there. Everybody loves Dr. G. He wrote the book on bedside manner.

I was about to ask for a nurse-practitioner when I recalled seeing a new, young doctor in the halls of their offices, last time we were there. In the back of my mind, I was doing some fast thinking about how both Dr. G and Dr. D are getting on in years. Maybe we'd better be getting to know the new generation.

"How about that new, young doctor? He'd be fine with us."

So Cliff has an appointment with young Dr. H next week. I did get up the nerve to ask what's wrong with Dr. D. Turns out he woke up one morning and couldn't move his left leg. Tests were done, and they found out he had a brain tumor. He must have done some research that made him choose to have surgery out on the west coast, in California. He's now recuperating, back home in Missouri.

We never know what tomorrow will bring, do we?

On a side note: My Blogger friend who lives in Singapore is concerned about his dad's health. He would appreciate any prayers and positive thoughts sent his way.