As soon as I took the letter from my mailbox, I knew the contents. My doctor has announced her retirement.
I am upset about this because I found her so easy to talk to and I really trusted her. And because I hate change.
Part of me is happy for her, though. She worked hard and unfailingly displayed compassion, which has to be draining. Yes, the unselfish part of me hopes she enjoys a peaceful next chapter.
Unfortunately, the unselfish part of me is the smallest part.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
My doctor retired this past July. When I had my final appointment with her, we hugged and cried. I am nervous about the new doctor, but hopeful.
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