I've known parent-child relationship. I've sated on the love of a man for a woman. I've experienced the regard of a mentor for a student. Rarest of all is the physician-patient communion. With a true healer, the unity goes beyond the mere verbal, even beyond touch. It is nearest to the parent-child bond and can encompass all the others. Added to this complex affiliation are elements of the sacred.
Dr. Radner knew nothing about me, had never seen my face. He did understand I was that I was desperately sick, and he gave to me unstintingly. A parent loves his child, because the child is of his or her flesh. A mentor accepts a student under certain conditions. A man loves a woman under an even longer list of requirements. The true healer accepts the sick unconditionally. My good doctor is an immunologist and epidemiologist who ministers to the poor, to immigrants. He even treats those afflicted with leprosy. Is that not Godly?
"You are killing me," Dr. Radner said when I was was losing weight fast, couldn't stand up and couldn't pull on socks. Fever and chills kept me in their relentless grip. "I can't sleep at night, worrying about you,"he said during one of his frequent house calls. Yes, dozens of voluntary house calls in which he did not get paid a penny.
On a recent visit to his office, I noticed that there are a few more gray hairs above his temples. Each one of those silver strands represents a life saved. I believe he gives literally of his flesh in the effort to breathe life into his patients.
Because of this beloved doctor, I am thriving. Because of him, I have celebrated a decade of thanks-giving. As far as I am concerned, he walks on water.
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