Wednesday, April 16, 2008

In memoriam

Listening to: nothing

I remember the first time I met you, when I was twelve. I had a list of questions, all written out - what? how? when? how long? - you answered every one. I was a kid, and some (well, probably most) of my questions were juvenile, and would be laughed at by most. But not you. You gave me the respect every patient deserves.

I was just another one of your patients, but you treated me as though I was the only one. I mattered to you. And that fact made me unafraid. Everyone kept on saying "oh you must be so scared"...but I wasn't. I knew you would fix me. And you did. You fixed me so well that now I'm cycling, like everyone else. You would've been proud.

RIP Doc. Thanks for everything.