My most popular books, at least based upon sales and letters, are the Bryson City series. In the second book in this series, Bryson City Seasons, I wrote about an encounter with a patient on Christmas 1982 in Bryson City, North Carolina. This week I’ll be excerpting the story for you and hope it will be a Christmas blessing for you and yours:
The morning before the Christmas of 1982, just a year after beginning the practice of family medicine in the small hamlet of Bryson City, North Carolina, I was in the office when the ER nurse called. “I’ve got a patient named here with a pretty bad pneumonia. He’s an older man and he’s skin and bones. I think he needs to be in the ICU.”
I agreed and gave Louise the admission orders. “Does he have family?”
“Not that I know of. Just a friend who brought him in.” She and I both knew that this probably represented some sort of end-stage cancer.
When I arrived at the hospital and entered the patient’s room, he looked worse than I could have imagined. 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 almost exclaimed. “My name’s Richard. Evan and I have heard of you. Many of our customers at our flower shop speak of you.”
“Richard, Evan, it’s good to meet you.” I then turned my attention to Evan, taking a complete history and then doing a complete physical. When I was done, I pulled up a chair.
“Evan, I think you know you’ve got pneumonia.”
“But, it’s not a typical pneumonia. It’s atypical. Given your weight loss and fatigue, I’ve got to be honest with you.” I paused for a moment.
Evan reached out and took Richard’s hand and at that moment I realized they were more than just friends. Evan 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.
At that moment, I had no idea of the eternity changing events that had been put in place by a God who loved Evan more than he could have then imagined.
TO BE CONTINUED
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