We received a call yesterday from our doctor, who was checking he'd called back about a test. He told my husband he was having a senior moment. It was very endearing. The admission of vulnerability, that we're all in the same boat at this age, made me trust him more, not less. It's his humanity I want, not his fake invincibility. He's made some mistakes in judgment over the years, but he's caring. More importantly, I don't believe he knows everything. I take responsibility as well. A good heart goes a long way with me.
When someone hides their uncertainty, then I mistrust. Because one coverup leads to another, and I've been there with doctors before. They, at their worst, hide each other's mistakes, which means they can't change the direction of treatment without embarassment. I know doctors didn't get here without help from lawyers and insurance entities, but, bottom line, without honesty and transparency, we find ourselves in the hands of ego driven persons who have checked their compassion at the door. I'm too old and wise to put up with that nonsense.
So I'm happy with my doctor, and we're navigating the waters of old age together as best we can.
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