I believe there are some people with whom we’re meant to cross paths. Yesterday, I found out that my oncologist of 13 years is retiring from clinical work to take an administrative position at the hospital. I felt like crying, and baking him a cake.
To say we’ve been through a lot together would just be too little. Alexi has been with me through childbirths; Henry has seen me just as exposed and vulnerable, for different reasons. I was diagnosed with breast cancer and consequently became his patient months after he finished his fellowship and started practicing. Because of his youth, I related to him like the older brother I always wished I had. We became, and have remained, fast friends for these many years.
I keep expecting the news of this change to make me feel insecure all over again; make me worry that something’s going to wrong and then what will I do, without him to take care of me, but I haven’t. I don’t relish the thought of building a relationship with a new doctor, but I am not worried. And that is a miracle unto itself.
By serendipity we live within walking distance of one another. He has coached my kids at little league. We will continue to watch our young families grow together, and be thankful for the privilege.