October 17, 2019
Did you ever get the feeling that you were supposed to do something for someone, but you didn’t know what you were supposed to do or for whom? I have. In the past, solving this mystery was easy. I was in the office 6 days a week and all I needed to do was sit and wait for that “someone” who needed special help to come in.
Now, it’s not so easy. Last night I went to dinner with friends. We were lucky, the waiter that we really like, had our table. He’s remarkably good, entertaining and jovial. Last night, he appeared to be dragging a little.
Yesterday, I published “Epiphany” and discussed how seemingly random events came together to give me a clear picture of something I had been pondering for a while. Well, it happened again last night. Two of my former patients (really, I consider them extended family) came over to say hi while the waiter was at the table. Paul (I changed his name for confidentiality sake) recounted how I had saved/prolonged his life and thanked me for my care.
After Paul and his wife left, the waiter (Ron) confided in me that he was sick. Apparently, he had been sick for a while and whatever he had was bad. He’s under a doctor’s care and take lots of medicine. He further stated that he usually is off Thursdays and that his change of shifts must have been fate!
I explained that I also was on a ton of meds and chronically ill and, not wanting to delve further into his problems, gave him instructions on how to get to this blog. I told him I blog in hopes of helping my former patients and others navigate through the complex world of medicine and illness.
If he is right and fate put my friends, wife and waiter together with a purpose, then somewhere in my prior articles or future articles, I’m supposed to provide him with the knowledge or support he needs.
So, if you are out there and have a need, read on or leave a comment and I’ll respond. If there is a topic you are interested in, let me know and I’ll try to address it.