I have been with my doctor for 16 years. Sally is an internal medicine doctor. She is the best doctor I have ever had. (And I have had my share!) All I have to do is drop her name when I am speaking to other doctors and a look a fear crosses their face. I love that look! I admit it!
Last Thursday I received a ‘Dear John’ letter from her office; from her personal nurse. My doctor is quitting! She’ll be done in two weeks. It was a very informal letter, sent to all of her patients. But I took it a bit personally. Sixteen years, Sally! Does that mean nothing?!?! We had something special! Didn’t we?
After I calmed down, no that’s a lie, I am still freaked out! I did respond to the email, thanking her for being a top doctor, wishing her well, and thanking her for saving my life, quite literally. Then I asked her for a damn referral! Where am I even to start searching for a new doctor??? What about me?!?!
I can’t quit my disease. I can’t quit my medical care, my meds, my flares. I have to keep going! She’s about my age, why is she quitting? IS she quitting? Did she get – gulp – fired?!?! I need more information. I need more than a ‘Dear John’ letter.
She will be back in the office tomorrow, I hope to hear something from her this week…
I will need to find a new doctor soon. Very soon, damn it!