I cannot fully explain the pain, sorrow and shock that are in my heart right now as I try to process the horrible story about a great man and his family. Yesterday 2 monsters that are wastes of flesh and bone showed just how evil a human can be to another. My poor Dr, a man I admire and quite plainly believe to be the nicest Dr. I've even had the pleasure of being a patient of, lost his family to the horrible acts of two evil individuals. They broke into his bouse, beat him about the head(I have a friend who has connections with the local pd that actually told me they tortured him throughout the night), sexually assaulted his family, stole their money, and set the house on fire leaving them all for dead. Unfortunately my Dr was the only one to make it out alive.
I can't imagine the pain he must be enduring right now. If I lost my family I would be broken inside. I can't say for sure, and hopefully will never have to endure such pain, but I think I'd go out buy a gun and shoot the mf's up. I can't try to understand the mix of sorrow, pain and anger he must be feeling right now.
It is such a terrible act no matter who it happened to, but this man is so kind. He was the one who was the gatekeeper for me getting on hormones. He was the one who made it possible for me to be the woman I am today. He was always patient and would go out of his way to discuss things with you. Several times I would bring to him questions about my meds and dosages and if we could try different things and he would take the time to go over the plus's and minus's of them. Even when I went in for my last appointment, which was with his nurse, he took the time to come see me before I left because he knew it was my first visit after my surgery. He spent over 10 minutes just talking to me about things and making sure I was ok, along with getting my report on my surgeon so they could reccomend him if someone was looking for a different surgeon.
I haven't felt this way since that fateful day when the towers fell and we found out we weren't as safe as we thought we were. Today I went around in the same daze I felt in the days following those tragic events and pondered what I wanted out of life, and tried to figure out what path I needed to take. Today there are no new paths to take, my mental well being is so much better than it was back then as I have found comfort in my own skin. I have a heavy heart though as I mourn for a man and his family that helped me find this comfort. I do need to do something I just haven't figured out what yet. Maybe it's time to make a bigger push to get a team to walk for diabeties for the fall walk and name the team in the family's honor? I don't know, but I do know the best way to defeat evil is with kindness, I just don't know if there is enough kindness to ever combat such evil.
Love to all and of course take care....
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I couldn't have explained it any better, Ash. He is a wonderful man, with compassion for all that he does. All we can do is pray for him and his family. I think the walk is a great idea! If not for diabetes, then MS.
He certainly is the "gatekeeper"!
I don't even know the family, but I have heard SO MANY wonderful things about Dr P. from you and others. My heart is so sad for him, I cannot fathom losing the people that are a part of you in every sense. It is incomprehendable to me. I hope and pray that he finds the strength to continue on with his own valuable life and his career too, he helps so many people on a daily basis.
Many thoughts adn prayers go oit to him and all the people that love and admire him. I know its difficult for everyone.~Nicole
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