Our specialist count just dropped by one this morning. Hoo. Rah.
Dr. Meyer. Surgeon extraodinaire. Amazing man. Pediatric gentleness to the core. Peds doctors are a unique bunch. We learned – many, many months after he operated on Luke the first time – that you have to be a rockstar in medical school to become a peds surgeon.
Let me introduce you to said Rockstar and his able sidekick. The first photo was taken when Luke was just three months old. What a peanut. The second was taken this morning, at age 19 months. Still a peanut, but a walking, STANDING one.
Dadgumit if I don’t tear up everytime I see Dr. Meyer. I guess that’s what Post Traumatic Stress Disorder does 🙂 Of all Luke’s specialists, this is the man who knows Luke the best. We often joke that Dr. M speaks “Lukese”. That ‘ain’t no lie, folks. I have flashes of Dr. M memories.
At Luke’s bedside when during the emergency transport from Seton to Dell Children’s when Dr. M told us that Luke’s chances were 50-50.
Him gently touching Luke’s belly and telling us he needed to go in and take a look. My response, ever so timid (sarcasm font) was, “Based on what?”
The uncanny sense he had to enter the room EVERY time I was pumping. No lie. He had breast pump radar. We would be waiting and waiting and waiting for him to swing by, I would pull out the pump and magically he would appear a few minutes later. One time, Scott and I were in a post-op waiting room and I had just started the pump when I hear him yell down the hall as he approaches, “Turn off the pump!”
The afternoon he came into our room at Dell, leaned back in the chair and said, “Ask all the questions you want, Kathryn.” And he meant it. I know he had a million patients to see, yet he always made us feel like Luke was his most important one.
The smile that broke out on his face when he saw us last May. Luke had made such awesome progress.
The hug he gave us this morning.
I have told him numerous times how thankful we are for his gift of medical knowledge. I have told him we are grateful for his presence in our life. But somehow, all those “thanks” just don’t seem to do justice about our feelings for him and what he means to our family.
Dr. Meyer, while firing you made this mom extraordinarily happy, we are really going to miss your gentle spirit, your amazing talent and your passion for your vocation in life. Who knows, maybe someday Luke will follow in your footsteps…