I remember asking myself who this man thought he was, seeing my patient before he’d even been referred. But I quickly realised that this wasn’t a power move or a way to get ahead of the game. This man truly seemed to care about the community and his patients. And, appealingly, he wasn’t afraid to show it.
“I’ve been seeing Dr Maharaj through the private system,” Mr Patel said. “He knew this would happen eventually - that my heart would fail. Is there any hope for me, doctor? My granddaughter is expecting later this year, and I have another granddaughter graduating from dentistry school, and I do want to see the Eagles when they tour the world next year. There’s so much more I want to do. I just want more time.”
“You do have time,” I said simply. “Much more than you think.”
That Christmas, I saw Ravi again at the annual work function. Somehow - and I still believe this was the hand of fate - we were assigned to sit side-by-side at the dinner table. We spoke into the night about Medicine, about the limitations of healthcare, about the failings of the system we would pass down to our children. And then something unspoken passed between us, childless as we were, a warning that time was running out. I saw it in his eyes that night: a deep-rooted longing to be himself. A willingness to take a chance. And a promise that I could be the one.
the story is from mr.Shuvayon Mukherje
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