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a passionate repentance

I've posted a lot of stuff about being handicapped. And the other…

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I've posted a lot of stuff about being handicapped. And the other night, I really cut loose and got mad.

I haven't talked at all about the good things.

I am going to tell you about someone.

His name is Joseph Matthews.

When I met him he was a solidly built man of medium height with a head of greying ginger hair, and brown eyes.

He was brusque and authoritarian, but he never refused to answer a question, and he was honest to a fault. He was also compassionate. Something that until that moment I hadn't experienced in abundance from the other practitioners of orthopedic medicine.

Our first handful of meetings weren't auspicious. He spoke over me, but he always *watched* me, and that made me nervous. Doctors were supposed to regard me as invisible unless they were ready to talk about 'this leg' or 'that hip'. And he did that too..talking to his colleagues about this hip that he pinned into place, or those hamstrings he lengthened. But he went on and did something no one else had ever done.

He explained what he wanted to do. He showed me on a piece of paper what he wanted to do with my hamstrings. He *asked* me. This was so novel that I really didn't know what to do.

He treated me as a person. Maybe not an adult--I wasn't. But I was intelligent and present, and he treated me as such.

He was the one who finally told me that Cerebral Palsy was for always. And because it was he who said it, I knew it was true.

He died this year. Having retired from medicine he pursued his dream of being a photographer, and some of his shots, very beautiful ones, line the walls of various hospitals.

I can't say that I'll miss him. I didn't really know him well enough to miss him. I did respect him. The world is a little less bright, because he is no longer in it.
  • What a gentleman.
    I'm glad he left a legacy of works of art - a labour of love - and memories of being treated with respect for you.

    ~hugs~
  • There are doctors, and then there are healers.
  • *chillbumps* and not from the weather. Thank you for all that you write and share.
  • Now that's class

    Showing the patient that you respect her as a person: you wouldn't think that this is such a rare thing to find, nor such a hard thing to teach, but it is.

    What inglenook and andsaca369 said.

    Thank you for sharing this lovely reminiscence. ((hugs))

    Be well, and God bless,
    Banazir
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