Tag Archives: Bryson City Secrets

A Christmas story – Part 3

Monday, I began a Christmas story that came from my book Bryson City Seasons. Part 2 was posted Wednesday.

Covers - Bryson City Series

Here’s the last of three parts. I hope it’s been a Christmas blessing for you and yours:


“Evan, I know God wants to have a relationship with you. My understanding of the Bible is that it tells us that God loves each of us. Actually, he loves us so much that he sent his only Son, Jesus, not just to be born in a manger but to live a perfect life for us as an example and then to die a torturous death for us—for all of our wrongdoing. Evan, if you’re willing to believe that, God’s willing to begin that relationship with you—today—but only if you want to.”

Evan looked out the window of the ICU. The daylight was just starting. For just a moment, I was concerned he might have been upset, but instead he turned back to me and whispered, “It would be a good day to start.”

I was quiet. The tears began to flow down his face, and he sniffled. I reached out and took his hand.

He gave my hand a squeeze and then looked back at me. “Doc, I’ve done a lot of wrong things. Guess you thumpers would call me a pretty bad sinner, huh?” He smiled as he wiped his tears with his free hand.

I smiled back at him. “Evan, that puts you and me in the same exact crowd.”

He cocked his head and looked at me. “Dr. Larimore, are you …? Are you like me?”

“I am.”

“You are?” he asked.

“Yes, but let me explain. The Bible explains that the sexually immoral and idolaters and adulterers and homosexuals will not inherit the kingdom of God. But, Evan, it also says in the same verse that the greedy and slanderers and swindlers won’t either.”

Evan was quiet in his thoughts, so I continued. “You’re a homosexual. And I’m greedy and a slanderer. I’ve been far more selfish than I should have been, and I’m certainly guilty of gossiping more than I should. So, according to the Bible, you and I are in the same exact crowd.”

Evan smiled and squeezed my hand. I felt an acute sense that God was gently leading my thoughts and words.

“Evan, the Bible describes many names for Jesus. My favorite is that he was known as a friend of sinners. All he requires from us, if we want to have a personal relationship with him—if we want to be his friend—is for us simply to admit that we’ve missed the mark, that we’ve sinned and done wrong.”

“I guess I would qualify.”

“Me too, Evan.” I paused to let him think for a moment.

“I think I’d like to be his friend. That would be nice—especially on Christmas Day,” Evan whispered between labored breaths. “How do I start?”

Dear Lord, I thought, what do I say now?

Then I had an over-shadowing and extremely comforting sense that God had been at work in Evan’s life for a long time.

Evan’s spiritual journey and awakening had, in point of fact, started long before today. I wasn’t exactly sure who had been involved in his life up to this point, but I was sure God now had a small part for me to play in Evan’s story.

“Actually, Evan, it’s pretty easy. You just talk to God—what we thumpers call prayer.”

We smiled, and I continued. “Just let God know you’re ready—invite him into a relationship with you, into your heart, and he’ll come in. First you have to realize that you’ve done wrong. Then you have to be willing to trust him with your life and your choices.”

Evan nodded and closed his eyes. “Lord,” he whispered, “I begin.”

It was the shortest and sweetest prayer I had ever heard.

He looked up at me and smiled.

We were both silent—sitting together after a conversation we had begun as doctor and patient and con- cluded as spiritual brothers.

“Evan, the Bible says that when we admit to God our wrongdoing—just agree with him that we’ve missed the mark— he will instantly and eternally forgive our sins. And based on that forgiveness, he’s willing to become your friend and your Lord and to reserve a room for you in heaven.”

The tears were still flowing down his cheeks. He nodded.

“The Bible also says that when we receive Jesus, when we believe in his name, he gives us the right to become children of God, not like when we’re born physically but when we’re born spiritually—of God.”

Evan nodded, tears still running down his cheeks.

“So, my friend, if you’re a child of God and I’m a child of God, then what does that make us?”

He thought a moment and then smiled. “Brothers?” he whispered.

I smiled and nodded.

“I’ve never had a hug from a brother,” he said quietly.

I slowly pulled him up and felt his arms encircle my shoulders.

He was very, very weak, but his hug was very, very real. After we hugged, I eased him back down.

“Would you like to see a pastor today to talk a bit more about this?”

He smiled, nodded, and squeezed my hand.

We were quiet for a moment as I thought about our extraordinary encounter. I hadn’t been trained to incorporate spirituality into my medical practice, and despite my initial discomfort, my time with Evan had seemed so spontaneous and sincere. Once Evan gave me permission to share all of who I was as his physician, it had seemed natural.

“Evan, I need to go check that X-ray, okay?”

I went to the X-ray reading room, and on my way back to ICU, I saw one of the RTs running toward the unit. I walked quickly into ICU and arrived just in time to see Evan surrounded by nurses and in the process of being intubated by the RT.

“What happened?”

“He just had a respiratory arrest. BP has bottomed out. Bradycardia. Okay to get him on a ventilator?”

I nodded my assent and went to work.

But from there, things went downhill fairly quickly.

Evan’s pneumonia quickly evolved into ARDS—a severe form of respiratory disease that is very difficult to treat—and then he went into kidney and liver failure. He died late that afternoon.

The autopsy report confirmed the pneumonia but blamed it on a bacterium I’d never treated before—Pneumocystis carinii.

The report also confirmed multi-organ failure and a form of cancer—Kaposi’s sarcoma—but said the cancer was confined only to his skin.

I could only assume, with what I knew then, that this unusual infection had overwhelmed his immune system and caused his death.

I called Richard’s shop to give him the results, but the number had been disconnected.

I then called Richard’s home—but, once again, the number had been disconnected.

Ella Jo told me she heard that Richard had closed the shop soon after Evan’s death and left the area. I was never able to find him, but I wondered if he didn’t know, even then, that Evan’s death had in some way been related to their relationship.

For Evan had not died of cancer. Nor would such a mild bacterium have overwhelmed an intact immune system.

I now know he died of a disease that was then unnamed—HIV/AIDS.

So Evan was my first patient with this horrible disease.

But he was also the first patient with whom I shared my personal faith so forthrightly—and the first to so openly ask me to do so.

Looking back over a long career in family medicine, Evan’s case and his decision to give his life to Christ represented one of the high points.

But what his autopsy did not show, and could not show, was that Evan died a new man—spiritually.

He had become a friend of God. He had been born as a son of God on the day we celebrated the birth of the Son of God.

And his life truly began the morning of the day it ended.

I know I’ll see him again one day. I hope he’ll give me—his brother in the Lord—another hug.


  • Find Part One here.
  • Find Part Two here.


If you’d like to learn more about beginning a personal relationship with God, check out my blog on the topic here.

Also, here’s more information on the Bryson City series:

A Christmas story – Part 2

Last time, I began a Christmas story that came from my book Bryson City Seasons.

Covers - Bryson City Series

Here’s the second of three parts. I hope it will be a Christmas blessing for you and yours:


I passed through the lobby and went first to the X-ray suite. Carroll, the radiology technician, was there. He found the patient’s films and put them on the viewing box.

“Looks like an atypical pneumonia, Walt.”

I nodded. Carroll was as good at reading films as any radiologist I knew.

“I went ahead and did tomograms of the hilum,” he commented.

I nodded again, as Carroll was thinking just what I was—this pneumonia was probably caused by a cancer.

The tomographic X-ray allowed us to look at the area between the lungs—in this case, for lumps of cancer.

Carroll replaced the plain films with the tomograms. “But I don’t see any cancer. Maybe it’s a small-cell carcinoma.”

I smiled to myself. Small-cell cancer of the lung was a name that described a deadly type of cancer—but in no way did the name imply that it didn’t form masses that could be seen.

“Thanks, Carroll. I’d best go take a look at the patient.”

“He’s interesting, Doc, I’ll tell you that.”

Aren’t they all? I wondered to myself.

“Hi, Peggy!” I called out as I entered the nurses’ station. Peggy had been at the hospital for many years. She led the choir at the Presbyterian church when she wasn’t working at the hospital. She was married to Joe Ashley, a longtime ranger at the national park.

“Hi, Dr. Larimore. Here to see the new admit in ICU?”


Our ICU was really just a former four-bed ward located close to the nurses’ station and converted into the place where we cared for our sickest patients.

“You gonna tell him what he’s got?”

“Guess I’d better figure out what it is first, don’t you think?”

Peggy smiled to herself. It wasn’t unusual for the nurses to know what was going on far before the doctors did, and in this case, Peggy, like Carroll, strongly suspected cancer.

She handed me the chart. The name on the front was Evan Thomas. Could this be the Evan that Ella Jo was talking about? I thought to myself.

As I entered the room, the patient looked worse than I could have imagined. He was fairly emaciated. The oxygen had normalized his color, but instantly I knew this was a very sick man.

Another man was sitting by Evan’s bedside. As I entered, he stood.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Larimore. I’m the doctor on call today.”

“I couldn’t be more delighted!” the man exclaimed. “My name’s Richard White. Evan and I know about you and your partner, Dr. Pyeritz. Ella Jo Shell often visits our shop and has told us so much about you both. We were hoping either you or he would be willing to care for us.”

“Richard, Evan, it’s good to meet you.”

I turned my attention to Evan, taking a complete history and then doing a complete physical. When I was through, I pulled up a chair. I always felt it was better to communicate face-to-face, and sitting with patients helped me accomplish that.

“Evan, I think you know you’ve got pneumonia.” He nodded. “But it’s not a typical pneumonia. It’s atypical. Given your weight loss and fatigue, I’ve gotta be honest with you.” I paused for a moment.

Evan reached out and took Richard’s hand. He looked fleetingly at his partner and then back to me. “Is it cancer?”

I nodded. “To tell you the truth, that’s my guess. We would need to do tests to be sure. But that’s what I suspect.”

“Is it treatable?”

“It depends on the type. But my guess is that it’s probably already widespread. So we’ll just have to see.”

“When can we start?”

“Well, let’s get the infection under control, and then we’ll talk about getting started.” I was quiet and let them absorb the information. When it was clear they didn’t have any more questions, I left the room.

The next morning was Christmas, and I made early-morning rounds—well before our children, Kate and Scott, would wake up to celebrate Christmas.

I found Evan alone but awake. I greeted him and sat on the bed. His breathing was labored and shallow.

“Evan, how are you feeling?”

“Not so good, Doc. Didn’t sleep well.”

“Seems you’re breathing harder than last night. I’d better get Carroll to take another X-ray.”

“He’s already been here—along with Betty the Vampire.”

I smiled at his reference to Betty Carlson, the director of our laboratory.

“Let me go take a look at it and let you know what I see, okay? Anything else I can do?”

“Doc, I’ve been told you’re a man of faith. I’ve also been told you’re a very good doctor. But I’ve got to tell you, I was worried about coming over here to see you.”

“Why’s that?”

Evan didn’t answer for a moment. Then he looked deeply into my eyes. “Doc, lots of Bible-thumpers call people like me evil and nasty things. I was worried you might think the same.”

Now it was my turn to be quiet for a moment. I was trying to think about how to respond to this man’s honesty and transparency. It was an unnerving moment for me. But, cautiously, I continued.

“Evan, my faith teaches me that the most important thing in life is a personal relationship with God. Everything else pales in comparison to that. And I found that when I began that relationship with God, he was fully able and willing to guide me into doing and thinking the right things. So the real issue isn’t what I think or what you think, but what he thinks.”

Evan smiled, and I saw tears forming in his eyes. “When I was a kid, church was important to me. I really enjoyed going—but never did I enjoy it more than on Christmas Eve. But when I grew up I just grew away from it. Do you think your God would even want a relationship with me?”

For a moment I thought about the Bible verse “Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect.”

I was pleased Evan felt comfortable enough to ask. But I’d always been taught in medical school that it was unethical to discuss religion with patients.

However, Evan had asked—in essence, he had given me permission to share with him. So I decided to proceed—albeit carefully and very uncomfortably.

Spiritual discussions were simply not something I had been trained to provide in the medical environment, but I’d begun to carefully incorporate them into my practice during my first year in Bryson City.

Furthermore, a still, small whisper was encouraging me to harvest this opportunity to share an intimate part of myself with a very, very sick patient.


  • Find Part One here.
  • Find Part Three here.


The Bryson City series includes:

Larimore Family Newsletter – February 2010

Here are the contents of this month’s Larimore Family Newsletter:

  • Publication Update
  • Broadcast Update
  • Events of the last month
  • Upcoming Events

Broadcasting Update

Bryson City Secrets and sexual abuse

The Larimores (Barb, Kate, Scott, and I) will be on a two-day Focus on the Family Daily Radio Broadcast discussing the topic “Finding Healing from Sexual Abuse” on Monday, February 1 and Tuesday, February 2. Information about the broadcasts can be found here:

I first publically discussed the sexual abuse that occurred in our family in my book Bryson City Secrets. It was this abuse that led us to leave Bryson City back in 1985.

Why would Barb and I (and, why would Kate and Scott [and Scott’s wife Jennifer]) want to discuss such a private thing – such an intimate family secret publically?

Here’s what I wrote in Bryson City Secrets:

Our children were exceptionally close. They could talk together about almost anything. They were each other’s counselor and confidant. They could talk for hours and were surprisingly accurate in predicting what the other would think or say about nearly any subject.

So to have such a deep and painful discussion as a family didn’t seem unusual.

What impressed Barb and me most during our Thanksgiving visit was our children’s maturity and knowledge of biblical principles. We would each take time to share our insights about the difficulties of our past and how, in each case, God had turned apparent disease and disaster into a blessing for each of us.

Kate’s Cerebral Palsy and surgeries, Scott’s many accidents, our financial downturns, and many other family events had taught and matured us. We could see the good and the blessing that eventually developed from each situation.

As a family, we were convinced the same would come from this time of talking so openly about something we all would rather have forgotten. Finally we could talk no more. We were physically and emotionally spent. We gathered around each other to have an evening prayer.

In bed that night Barb and I held each other close for a long time.

The next morning was Thanksgiving Day. We shared a glorious Thanksgiving lunch at a restaurant in the gargantuan lobby of Union Station near the Capitol. After our meal, we practiced a Thanksgiving tradition for our family—we each named something for which we were thankful.

Around and around the comments went—for many, many minutes. We laughed and smiled and occasionally shared some tears as we each recalled all the things for which we could truly give thanks. But most of all we were thankful for each other and for the many gifts bestowed on us by our Creator.

Kate later wrote to us, “It was good for us as a family to discuss what had happened and its effects on us. I knew the Lord could bring wholeness and healing to our family. I knew that in some ways our family journey was just beginning.”

Now that we’ve decided to discuss our pain, and our healing, publically. And, we pray that it will be of help to many families around the world who hear this broadcast.

If you’re interested, you can get an autographed copy of Bryson City Secrets, or any of the other Bryson City books) here. You can also read sample chapters of most of my books here.

Coach Joe Gibbs and Gameplan for Life

I was so pleased to be selected (along with Tony Dungy, Chuck Colson, Jerry Jenkins, Josh McDowell, Ravi Zacharias, Randy Alcorn, Os Guiniss, and Tony Evans) to be a chapter author for Joe Gibb’s best-selling book, Game Plan for Life. I wrote the chapter on health.

Joe will be featured on the Focus on the Family Daily Radio Broadcast on Wednesday, February 3. You can learn more about the broadcast, or listen to it here.

The Game Plan for Life is the fulfillment of a long-time vision of Joe Gibbs. Given his unique rise to the top of two different sports, NFL Football and NASCAR racing, Coach Gibbs is often asked to speak and share his personal testimony with crowds.

Men especially want to know what it takes to be “successful” and “relevant.” The Game Plan helps men to find true success and relevance in their own lives. However, it is less about Joe, than it is about who men are, why they were created and what they can really do with their lives.

Joe says, “The Game Plan for Life is a fail proof, long-term approach that will change you from the inside and impact every area of your life—from relationships to finances to your view of what winning really means.”

You can learn more about Game Plan for Life here.

Publishing Update

A Medical Professor’s Feedback

Barb and I were pleased and blessed to receive this note from a professor in obstetrics and gynecology at a well-respected medical school at which we had the privilege of teaching last year:

Last year when you were (here), you and Barb were gracious enough to visit the CMA group over at (another professor’s) house. The med students still speak of this. Thanks!

(The professor) was telling me that his nephew, a non-believer, was speaking to (him) a few weeks ago and brought up a great book he was reading at the time and how it had brought God to a new light to him.

(The professor) asked what book this was and his nephew informed him that the author was Walt Larimore and the book was about his time in a small town as a family medicine doc.

(The professor) then told his nephew that he was very familiar with the book but also that the author was at his house last spring. His nephew was impressed.

I just thought that you would like to hear another story about how your writings have positively affected many in this world. We continue to pray for his nephew.

Thanks for all that you do.

Events of the last month

Jan 15: I actually beat the due date for my first solo novel, tentatively named Hazel Creek, by turning in the manuscript on Jan 13. Hallelujah. Now, let the editing begin!

Jan 15-25: Barb and I traveled to Ethiopia to participate in a mission trip to provide medical care to extremely poor widows and orphans in Northern Ethiopia. We were also able to do some sightseeing. I’m hoping to post details on the blog in the next week or so. But, we were pleased to see God move in many ways – and teach us so very much – while we were there.

Jan 29: I attended a virtual HCJB Global Board Meeting. I feel privileged to be a small part of this wonderful ministry. You can learn more about them here. http://www.hcjb.org/

Upcoming Events

Feb 2-8: Barb and I will travel to Kissimmee, FL, to visit with friends. From 2/4-6 I’ll be attending an AMA meeting.

Feb 12-13: I will fly to Austin, TX, where my friend Bill Peel and I will be teaching a conference at Covenant Presbyterian Church on “Workplace Grace: Becoming a spiritual influence at work.”

Feb 24: Barb and I will be attending a Life Network Board Meeting in Colorado Springs.

Past Issues

You can get more information on many of Dr. Walt’s upcoming events here.

Larimore Family Newsletter – June 2009 Edition

Family Update

  • Dr. Walt Named in “Guide to America’s Top Family Doctors”
  • Dr. Walt Finally on Facebook

Publication Update

  • New Title for Dr. Walt’s First Novel: The Gabon Virus
  • Dr. Walt writes chapter for Joe Gibbs’ new book: Game Plan for Life
  • Nice Blog Review of Bryon City Seasons and Bryson City Secrets
  • Nice Blog Review of Alternative Medicine: The Christian Handbook

Broadcast Update

  • Dr. Walt and Barb to be featured on the Focus on the Family Radio Broadcast in July

Events of the last month and Upcoming Events 

More Information: Continue reading