Exaggerated praise
Last evening, my wife, Louise, and I had dinner with a member of our extended lymphoma family.
A few months ago, I received a phone call from a personal friend who told me that he, in turn, had received a phone call about a man who was newly diagnosed with non-Hodgkin's lymphoma. The patient, then asymptomatic, had consulted with an oncologist who told him that he must, immediately, start a course of protracted chemotherapy. I was told that he was terribly frightened.
To make a long story short, I directly called the patient prior to his starting therapy. We met for lunch, as we both live near one another. I listend to him , then told "my story" and, finally, offered suggestions.
Now, he is not only feeling well (without chemotherapy), but more importantly, he is brimming with confidence and ease. As a result,, he is effusive in his praise of me for what I have done.
I am not worthy of such praise. Rather, it is my immense satisfaction to help, in any small way, a fellow patient.
Last night we had dinner with my friend and his lovely wife. Such a warm, wonderful meeting.
Mort