Modesty and Medicine

Today I must go to the doctor. It's a regular check up with my doctor who takes care of my women's issues (it's a doctor whose type of medicine begins with the letter "g". I know I should be able to say that word, but it's embarrassing. He is also an oncologist because I had a little trouble with an illness that begins with the letter "c". The big "C". That word you won't mind if I don't use because in most cultures it is taboo to say the word. Anyway, I'm OK now and I just have to check in with the doctor to make sure nothing has come back. When I first got my doctor, I did not know anything about him other than he is a man. A man! I really tried to get a woman doctor, but that was not possible, and I really tried. It's not that I don't respect men doctors, but the thought of a man woman's doctor was difficult to accept. When I first met him, I couldn't believe what I saw. Of course I had hoped that he would be an ancient ugly frog that I could pretend I did not notice, but that was not to be. My love took me to the appointment and even went in with me for the first consultation. I suspect God works in mysterious ways. These days I think my doctor is beautiful because he saves lives and he probably saved mine, but when I first met him I was dumbstruck that not only was he very young and very handsome, but he was from the same country of origin as my love. The country they both come from is not one where women generally have men as their doctors. How could this be? It was so embarrassing. Luckily my doctor and my love hit it off and the doctor understood that it was my love who needed the reassurance more than I. Luckily my doctor has a loving heart. I always feel sorry for my doctor because his job must be really uncomfortable and I suspect his reward will only come in heaven. My love will be there to meet him one day. When my love was very young, his own mother refused to go to a man doctor and this for her was a very bad decision. Had she gone, she might still be alive today (although very old). I know for myself, had I not gone to the man doctor, I would not be here either. For today, I am grateful to be here and very grateful to have a doctor.