Dr. Leder Cares

The man I lived with had died recently. I had retired a year ago. My nerves were edgy. I knew it was irrational to be bothered by a seven-minute wait for Dr. Leder, but in her waiting room, I burst into tears, told her assistant that I just couldn't handle the wait, and left. Twenty minutes later, I arrived home--nine miles from her office--and collapsed in my living room. It never occurred to me to listen to my answering machine messages; this was before I carried a cell phone. I'm not sure how long I was there before the bell rang. People in my community don't ring doorbells with no reason, so I pulled myself up and opened the door. Yes, Dr. Leder was worried about me and, since I'd left her office and not answered my phone, she came to my house to see if I was ok. Add that kind of personal concern to an ability to stay on top of whatever medical problems I have, and to explain the problems, ramifications, and ameliorations more clearly than the specialists...plus an incredible memory, and yes, I'm delighted to have Dr. Leder for my PCP.