A Reminder
It was 11p.m. She noticed that there wasn’t any milk in the fridge for breakfast in the morning. So she picked up her keys, put on her coat and boots and headed out the door. She hadn’t been out all day, so she stopped by the mailbox in the complex hallway downstairs. As she opened her mail cubby, a single letter fell out. As she picked it up, she saw her name on it and then the name of the sender in the upper left corner.
Her stomach lurched as she saw that name. The name that had almost been the death of her emotional and mental well being. The name that she had successfully forgotten until that moment. The name of someone whose license to practice medicine in her state had been revoked. He was announcing the opening of a new clinic, across the state border, and he would appreciate her business.
She tore the letter into 6 ragged pieces and tossed it into the garbage on the way outside.
She thought of how she felt about him, this human being she knew only as a doctor. A doctor she had trusted implicitly, simply because he carried that title. She had been at fault there. She would never blindly believe in a doctor again.
She now does her own research and make her opinions known. But the physical consequences of some of his treatments still linger and it is hard for her not to think of his face or see his name without feeling anger and fear.
Better not to think of what could have been. Or of what should have been. Better to strive to forget, until she feels she can think on it with less hurt in her heart.
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I’m sorry Summer. I hope you can forgive and forget. And I hope you at least got your milk.
Dang. Now I want to know all the stories behind it. But then that would defeat your purpose of forgetting!
I’m sorry you had such a bad experience… forgive and forget is a good way to go…
Yikes! My husband feels that way about an old friend who should be on the The Watch List (for sexual offenders) but isn’t. Crazy how the laws work these days… I hope whatever happened to you doesn’t happen again. Press forward!
I’m sorry for any hurt you have from the situation. It sounds terrible. I’ve had some really bad experiences with doctors, particularly with infertility doctors - which a sad time to have trouble with doctors, for something so emotionally loaded. Long story/stories.
Anyway. I pray that peace and healing for you that you need and desire!
So sorry you had to have that reminder!
To be honest, I’d be having a hard time not sending a nasty letter back. I hope he learned and changed…I hope he’s not dangerous.
Yuck. It makes you sick to think that doctor is still able to practice anywhere… I guess I don’t know the whole story and so I shouldn’t assume he’s mal-intended. (It’s a word now)
I’m sorry.
I am so sorry you had that horrid and ugly reminder. I hope you are still able to find peace in your life!
I’m sorry there is this bad thing in your memory - this painful thing. I hope you are okay - really! Take care - Kellan
Ugh, I’m so sorry you had to be reminded of that whole ordeal. Give me his phone number, and I’d be happy to call and get you taken off their mailing list.
Also, not that it matters a whole lot, but Salvador was curious whether he was an M.D. or a D.O. or something else (I already know he was a quack, we’re just wondering about his offical designation, hee hee)?
Meisha, he was a D.O.
Thanks all for your kind comments. I can’t ever forget what resulted because of his failure to do what he should have, and I don’t want to forget that. It’s been life altering in good ways too. and I plan to share the whole experience soon.
But I have just wanted to push the thought of him out of my mind and not become angered by thinking too much about his negligence.
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That’s about all I can think to offer you. I can feel the strength of the emotion coming through in your post, and I’m sorry you have to deal with it, and had to go through so much (and still do?) because of one person.
Well, that was supposed to be a “hugs” up there between the bracket thingies. Apparently the comments don’t like me typing with them. *shrug*
Oh Summer, I’m so sorry. It makes me so angry that someone whose license has been revoked can just move and start over again. And to send you mail asking you to come back? That’s just plain wrong. :(
I don’t know what happened before but it doesn’t sound like something you’d like to relive. I’m sorry for whatever you went through.
His license was revoked and now he is working again? Wow. That burns my biscuits.
Hope your okay…
I have a couple of these in my past, and as I read this, I shredded that letter right along with you. It’s just not fair that they can keep going along like nothing ever happened. And I live with the hope that one day I will be able to do just that myself… go along like nothing ever happened. I will hope and pray for you too.
I’m so sorry! It’s hard to move on after traumatic situations. One step at a time.
On a lighter note, I’m so sorry you had to go get milk at 11:00 at night. I hate that.
I am reading the posts of the last week backwards, from the 29th to the 24th. You had me crying with motherhood, you had me laughing with a boys need to pee, you had me smiling at your dress and you now have me crying again. It is good that not every moment of the day is packed with emotion hurt, and when it is, it is a good thing we can remember sometime that wasn’t , well at least imagine a time that wasn’t
…Here is to looking forward to joyful moments and memories healed from past hurts. Love ya