When I got my diagnosis
I barely could cope
But with you as my doctor
I slowly gained hope
You have all the knowledge
This illness demands
I’m lucky to be
In your capable hands
You expertly chose
What to give me and when
But I never would want
To go through it again
What a nightmare it’s been
For a woman alone
And each time I’ve called you
You answered the phone
Not once have you rushed me
You wait patiently
You couldn’t treat me better
If I was royalty
You have such compassion
More than your share
There’s not an M.D.
Like you anywhere
I’m not a spring chicken
I’ve know doctors galore
But there’s not another
Who gives his patients more
What brilliance it takes
To get where you’ve gotten
Yet you have such humility
You aren’t spoiled rotten
Thank you sounds trite
But what more can I say
You’re my hero and I wish you
The best, come what may
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