Virginia
11-15-2006, 11:10 PM
I guess I just need to say this to someone, and really don't know who would understand. My former Dentist and friend died Sunday. He had MS and was not diagnosed until fairly late in life - either late fifties or maybe even early sixties, but then seemed to progress rather swiftly, and though he was 78 years old he really had not had a good quality of life in some years.
I stayed with his practice when he left and was in the office last Thursday and was told that he was not doing well. I was glad to hear his mind was still sharp, but he really has been basically bedridden for about a year and a half. He had developed some other problems, but really it was mostly the MS.
I guess it just brought back so many memories for me. When my husband and I came back here to live in about 1973 he found this Dentist and I remember so well the day he came home and said I have found you a beard wearing, saxophone playing Dentist and you are going to love him. Well, I did. He asked me at one time to come and work for him, but I had accepted another job. Later when my husband died he seemed to have the right words to say. And then after that he was diagnosed with MS and before progressing too badly he was instrumental in bringing some jazz concerts to our city with the proceeds to benefit MS. I attended these concerts for several years never dreaming that I too had this disease.
I hope this does not make anyone else feel bad, but I just didn't have anyone that I felt would understand how I feel about someone I had felt close to dying with this disease. It isn't just the dying I guess, I think it is a lot about the quality of life. Somehow it has just depressed me and I needed to get it out.:(
Thanks to those of you who read and understand.
Virginia
I stayed with his practice when he left and was in the office last Thursday and was told that he was not doing well. I was glad to hear his mind was still sharp, but he really has been basically bedridden for about a year and a half. He had developed some other problems, but really it was mostly the MS.
I guess it just brought back so many memories for me. When my husband and I came back here to live in about 1973 he found this Dentist and I remember so well the day he came home and said I have found you a beard wearing, saxophone playing Dentist and you are going to love him. Well, I did. He asked me at one time to come and work for him, but I had accepted another job. Later when my husband died he seemed to have the right words to say. And then after that he was diagnosed with MS and before progressing too badly he was instrumental in bringing some jazz concerts to our city with the proceeds to benefit MS. I attended these concerts for several years never dreaming that I too had this disease.
I hope this does not make anyone else feel bad, but I just didn't have anyone that I felt would understand how I feel about someone I had felt close to dying with this disease. It isn't just the dying I guess, I think it is a lot about the quality of life. Somehow it has just depressed me and I needed to get it out.:(
Thanks to those of you who read and understand.
Virginia