Goodbye to a Friend

Snake on a Cane
When I was 11 or 12, I had to go to the dermatologist. I think this was the time I went because I had a rash of unknown origin. My mother took me to see a dermatologist that we knew through church who informed us that what I had was in fact poison ivy. I had apparently picked it up at the Boy Scout Klondike Derby somehow. We didn’t think anything of it because I was only out for the day and in cold weather gear, but I had apparently picked some up on my hand and transferred it to my ankles or had gone through some pretty tall brush while running around. It was no big deal, as a scout I eventually gotten enough poison ivy rashes that I eventually stopped reacting to it.
This was my first time at the dermatologists and not too happy about having a rash during my pre-teen “this is the end of the world” years. However, once in the office I was immediately put at ease by a grumpy old physician who was complaining about having to sit through the third Godfather movie and how they should have just stopped after the second one.
I thought this was hilarious. Of course, I was 11 or 12 and did not fully understand what a travesty the third Godfather movie was.
I had to go back a few times while growing up, and I really enjoyed seeing him. He and his family were also very involved with our youth group at church.
When I got accepted into medical school, I was told that this doctor actually had done his residency at my new school, and I was excited to have a connection like that with my new school.
This morning, he passed away after a lengthy battle with cancer. He was given 4-6 months when he was first diagnosed. He fought it, full of what I’m sure was piss and vinegar, for a year and a half. The last I heard from him was that since he was on oxygen 24/7, he was going to put together a marine based crime-fighting unit to protect the citizens of community.
He will be missed.








