Ouch

My Mom and Uncle Jamesy have been on my mind, of late. They were sister-in-law and brother-in-law, and probably grew up knowing each other pretty well, having lived in Turtle Lake, Wisconsin and Clear Lake, Wisconsin, respectively. Both died this past year; in my humble opinion, far too young. Perhaps, what has caused me to reflect on this some was an incident that occurred earlier this week.
The doctor I was seeing here in Chippewa Falls made a decision to move to Eau Claire, and practice only in the Emergency Department. I don’t know about you, but when I find a Dr. I like, it makes a big difference as to how I approach my healthcare. In other words, it takes a while to develop trust and, after doing so, I like to stay with that doctor. It just feels right.
Last week, I made the decision to make an appointment with an internist, rather than a family practice physician. Part of the necessary hoop jumping when starting with a new Dr. includes submitting pages and pages of medical history. I began this project and ultimately came to the part of the questions that asked about my parents and siblings. Father: Circle Living. Mother: And there it was, staring me right in the face, that word, DEAD. Reality hit me right in the face. There it was in black and white. Ouch.