Let’s think for a moment . . .

Which special moment shall I write about? Maybe the time Dr. Janet Robertson thought there was more to a chest x-ray diagnosis than the report that came with it. Doctor R sent me for a CAT scan which revealed an SE and a DVT. Saved my life? Probably! Or maybe I should relate the story of how she took my telephone call at 2 a.m. when I woke with pressure in my chest. She sent me to the closest hospital by ambulance then arranged my stent insertion by the cardiologist practice she had thoughtfully recommended when I turned 50 years old. Or would it be the time she sent me to my genius oncologist because she didn’t like the look of my borderline high white blood count? That was in the year 2005. Yes, I had early CLL. That’s under control now. My finger is getting tired, so I’ll stop here. Bottom line . . . I’m 83 and feeling good. Oh I moved 100 miles away after I retired. But I still have Dr. Robertson as my medical Commander-in -Chief. It’s a short ride when I listen to my audio books. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to tell Dr. Robertson what I think about when I count my blessings.