*At least that's how I described myself yesterday. The gist of that statement being that I would like very much to be that athletic but it's not likely. However as with any cheetah, I'm an excellent mother, very independent and real looker. *cough, cough* Well, maybe not so much on the last one! So what kind of animal are you?
The following is a testament to my favorite doc, Dr. M. who I continue to drive 60 miles round trip to see. Here's why:
Dear Dr. M.,
In the five years you've been treating me for asthma, I've really come to admire your common sense approach to dealing my lung psychosis. You've been there for me, not only in helping me to figure out and treat what has been a fairly assertive case of adult onset asthma, but all the associated mental gyrations that I've gone through as a result.... denial, bargaining, anger.... I'm finally ready to say what I should have said all along:
You were right.
Yes, you were. You were right about getting the asthma under control with a step by step response plan. You were right about learning to take Prednisone without whining. You were right about learning to accept the asthma and working with it instead of trying to exercise my way out of it. You were right about about everything, and thankfully, you were right about the lump we found on my lung the first year of the asthma.
After scanning it twice a year for four years and doing numerous other tests, the consensus of the radiologists and other lung dudes is: It's unchanging and non responsive to nuclear tests. Which means... it's benign, non-cancerous and unlikely to become so... it has no blood flow. I was so relieved when you sent the letter this week telling me that no further tests are required. Wow. [exhale] What a relief. I did not even realize I was holding my breath. I actually expected more testing. Thanks to your careful monitoring and documentation, I'm going to reapply for the life insurance I was turned down for two years ago!
I should thank you also, Dr. M., for your excellent customer service skills; for fitting me in at the last second on Christmas Eve, for coming out to fetch me from my car when the front desk has turned me away, for calling me to check on me on weekends when you know I'm sick... even when you called my cell when you sent me to the hospital. "Give the phone to the doctor, I'll tell them what tests and treatments I want". You've been an awesome doc. I love your cornball jokes and your unfailing insistence to spend the last five minutes of each appointment talking sports with me!
I also love the fact that you trust me enough to listen to my suggestions for treatment. That you prescribe all the drugs I need for home treatment because you know I'll call you if I go too far downhill, even though I hate the steroids you give me with a passion previously reserved for moths and dentistry!
Thank for continuing to see me through this life change with humor, compassion and dedication. Seriously, as doctors go... you are the dude! I wish you could give lessons!
Sincerely,
Asthmagirl
PS ~ I really think you're "off base" in your predictions for our baseball team. They're just not that good!
PPS ~ $175 for an office visit? We need to talk....
*At least that's how I described myself yesterday. The gist of that statement being that I would like very much to be that athletic but it's not likely. However as with any cheetah, I'm an excellent mother, very independent and real looker. *cough, cough* Well, maybe not so much on the last one! So what kind of animal are you?
The following is a testament to my favorite doc, Dr. M. who I continue to drive 60 miles round trip to see. Here's why:
Dear Dr. M.,
In the five years you've been treating me for asthma, I've really come to admire your common sense approach to dealing my lung psychosis. You've been there for me, not only in helping me to figure out and treat what has been a fairly assertive case of adult onset asthma, but all the associated mental gyrations that I've gone through as a result.... denial, bargaining, anger.... I'm finally ready to say what I should have said all along:
You were right.
Yes, you were. You were right about getting the asthma under control with a step by step response plan. You were right about learning to take Prednisone without whining. You were right about learning to accept the asthma and working with it instead of trying to exercise my way out of it. You were right about about everything, and thankfully, you were right about the lump we found on my lung the first year of the asthma.
After scanning it twice a year for four years and doing numerous other tests, the consensus of the radiologists and other lung dudes is: It's unchanging and non responsive to nuclear tests. Which means... it's benign, non-cancerous and unlikely to become so... it has no blood flow. I was so relieved when you sent the letter this week telling me that no further tests are required. Wow. [exhale] What a relief. I did not even realize I was holding my breath. I actually expected more testing. Thanks to your careful monitoring and documentation, I'm going to reapply for the life insurance I was turned down for two years ago!
I should thank you also, Dr. M., for your excellent customer service skills; for fitting me in at the last second on Christmas Eve, for coming out to fetch me from my car when the front desk has turned me away, for calling me to check on me on weekends when you know I'm sick... even when you called my cell when you sent me to the hospital. "Give the phone to the doctor, I'll tell them what tests and treatments I want". You've been an awesome doc. I love your cornball jokes and your unfailing insistence to spend the last five minutes of each appointment talking sports with me!
I also love the fact that you trust me enough to listen to my suggestions for treatment. That you prescribe all the drugs I need for home treatment because you know I'll call you if I go too far downhill, even though I hate the steroids you give me with a passion previously reserved for moths and dentistry!
Thank for continuing to see me through this life change with humor, compassion and dedication. Seriously, as doctors go... you are the dude! I wish you could give lessons!
Sincerely,
Asthmagirl
PS ~ I really think you're "off base" in your predictions for our baseball team. They're just not that good!
PPS ~ $175 for an office visit? We need to talk....