Wednesday, December 14, 2011

RIP, Dr. London

Some of you know this story, which started with a cold.

The cold was a persistent one, and so I went to see my doctor. I learned that she didn't work on Mondays. Taking her place that fateful Monday was a semi-retired gentleman named Dr. London.

He asked me when I last had a physical; I told him it had been several years. "Well, you are already here" he said. "Do you have 20 minutes?"

I recall that I didn't have 20 minutes but he was such a genuinely nice guy, I said sure, why not.
And that is when he detected the nodule on my neck.

"You have bronchitis," he said, "but I am really concerned about that nodule. Promise me you will get that looked at immediately."

And though he was just a "temp" working I believe one day a week, he called me regularly - for months - for status reports.

The rest, as most of you know, is history. Within a month I was diagnosed with thyroid cancer, had my thyroid removed and started radiation protocols. At the risk of sounding a bit melodramatic, my life since has never been quite the same.

I've though about Dr. London a lot these past several years. I credit him with helping save my life. My sole physical interaction with the man lasted 20 minutes, but I will remember him for a lifetime.

I'm not exactly sure what kind of a man, or even what kind of doctor he was. But to me, he was Superman.

I was not entirely unsurprised, but still crushed to learn that he passed away last week.

Rest in peace, Dr. London. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.


Michael Wiley said...

Wow, bums me out, too.

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Anonymous said...

God bless dr London. What a difference he's made to all of us! Rip! Rob