Multiple Sclerosis: When the doctor is the patient

Dr. Goodson’s insightful perception caused him more fear than contentment. When he recognized the physical changes in his vision and legs, he realized Multiple Sclerosis had come to knock on his door.

Determined to not retire, he set up a small medical office in Higgins Valley. He could still treatment patients. Complicated cases would require referrals. But he enjoyed listening. Watching the light in patient’s eyes when they realize the physician in front of them was not only compassionate, but truly cares.

However, what Dr. Goodson did not want to admit, after five short years, he was having more days when his arms and legs were not obeying his wishes. The first time a patient assisted him to a chair, he convinced his ego that episode would be the last of its kind. Well, he thought so, until it happened again. . . and again. . . and again.

Now the patients, because they adored him so much, counted it a privilege to assist Dr. Goodson down the hallway or get a drink of water for him. They had learned to listen to him almost as attentively as the endearing man they called “Doc” cared for them.

Amy, his wife, could see past the mutual contentment. She had become concerned that people were too attached to the mutual relationship they had with her husband. Total retirement would probably be more difficult. His perception of his limitations blended to what he wanted to see.

Olyvia, his nurse, needed to be the balance between wishes for independence that dreaded thing called reality. She wanted her boss to continue to work as long as possible for his own emotional health. However, when safety concerns fell into their presence, things started to change. Predictably, so did Dr. Goodson.

You can read what happens next, in the chronicles of Higgins Valley Moments.

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