Dear Dr. Steve,
You have been my primary care provider for over 12 years.
During that time, I was consumed by anger and fear. Just sitting in the exam room made me defensive and outraged. I felt as if you had no clue about living with diabetes.
There were many episodes of sobbing and wailing. Once I even told you to perform a biologically impossible feat and stomped out, slamming the door.
Yet you continued to treat me with respect and compassion. It was nothing short of a miracle that you were on your semi-annual week of hospital duty last August when I was admitted. You told the oncologist that you wanted to be the one who told me I probably had cancer. You asked the surgeon to page you so you could be there when I got out of the o.r. I remember you talling me that the surgery went very well and showing me how to use the patient controlled analgesia and give myself a bolus of morphine.
When I had my first office visit after getting out of rehab, your eyes lit up and said "Kathy, you look simply terrific".
At my last appointment, you were very impressed with the fancy graphs that I printed out with my new OneTouch software.
Steve, I haven't a clue what I did to have a long-term relationship with such a special physician.
My gratitude to you always,