I have spent the last few weeks in the heart of our medical system. I have nothing but gratitude for the competent care I have received. My Primary Care doc who has worked with me since 2009, retired in the midst of this journey. I am grateful for her but even for me, who thinks he loves change, this was a bit unsettling.
My first doctor was Grant Hurley. Our families were great friends. For me, I never went to the doctor, the doctor came to me, carrying a black bag. In that bag were all kinds of things like a stethoscope, knee knocking hammer, and penicillin shots!!! He was an amazing person and a great physician.
In 1974 I was blessed with my first child. Her mom and I were moving from Denver to Phillips Seminary in Enid, Oklahoma. Dr. Hurley said, “If you stop at your parents house in Pueblo I would be happy to deliver your baby for free”. TRUE!!! So we had a drive-by birth. We weren’t in Pueblo 10 days. Amy showed up right on time. I will never forget the joy when Dr. Hurley handed me that 7 pound 11 ounce baby and said, “Meet the little girl that will change your life”. And she has.
Yesterday I got to meet my new doctor. She is younger than Amy. I told her that I felt very fortunate to have her as my doctor. We began a really honest and fruitful conversation. I told her my last doctor of 11 years, started our with me when I had a life threatening MERSA infection in 2010, and ended with my Covid nightmare. I told her, “I love life, and I have a great one. I need someone who knows me and will hold me accountable and fight for me in the complexities of health care 2021”. She said, “I can do that”. Her approach to medicine and life are very much in synch with me. Then she put me to the test. “Why are you not on Statin drugs”? “Well, I don’t like how they make me feel”. She pulls out a data sheet and shows me the “facts” about how they would reduce my risk of heart attack and stroke. “Ok, you win, I am headed to the pharmacy”.
I left that very modern, full service medical complex, feeling cared for and listened to. My emotions drifted back to a lifetime of medical care. Medicine isn’t just a science its and art—thanks agin Dr. Grant Hurley.
Onward and Upward,
Mark
Dr. Hurley made many house calls to our home too! I even worked for him for a time and he and Dr. Swartz delivered my two kids as well as all my siblings. LOVED that man! In fact, loved them both.
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Dr. Swartz delivered me😜
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Did you ever see the pediatrician across the hall from them? He was a hoot wearing orange socks on St Patrick’s Day to rile up Grant.
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I am digging up his name— great friend of my Parents. First name Chuck
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I’ve been racking my brain trying to remember him. Did some transcription work for him one day. He kind of scared me.
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He was gruff but a teddy bear
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He was, but I didn’t realize it back in 1967. Guess he passed away in Utah in 2009.
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Yep— he was a buddy of Dr. Jim Strain — head of the American Academy of Pediatrics— Dr. Jim died at 96 — I had his funeral the week before the pandemic broke open.
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Ah. Chuck Streamer
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Streamer! Yup that’s it! Thanks.
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Mark, I can relate to your feelings when your doctor retired during your journey. A couple of weeks before Christian was born, my OB-GYN broke his arm, and his partner delivered my baby. Both doctors were in attendance at the birth and throughout the week we had to stay in the hospital. They didn’t always agree on orders, and one meal would be regular while the next would be soft foods!
As always, I enjoyed your story!
Blessings,
Linda
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Thanks— having lunch at “Brew” as we speak
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