Dear Doctor Haripotepornkul MD,
I know on most days your job must be quite rewarding. On the day I visited, it was not. I must thank you for your kindness, your gentleness, your straight-forwardness. On the day I met you my soul was ripped from my heart. I can look back and laugh at everyday that I had cried before that day. I have to thank you for your care. I have to thank you for explaining so softly, with your gentle voice, what was to come. I must thank you for your small hands that made each examination that much easier. I must thank you for the tears you cried when you popped my sack and pulled my moving, live baby from me with the knowledge he was going to die. Those tears, that heartbreak in your face, helped make me feel like I was not just another number. I could tell you were heartbroken yourself; It meant so much that you cried alongside me.
You took the extra effort to come back and to remove my placenta that did not want to budge. You came back three times. You came back and stayed with me even after your release time to be with me and stay with me and make sure that placenta was good and gone. You knew my pain and knew I didnt want anyone but you. You kept checking on me even though you could have passed me on to the next person. You knew the next doctor was going to be male and you knew I was uncomfortable with it. I said once I would prefer a female and you hunted me down a woman doctor willing to work with me and a female nurse-in-training to work with me and my dying baby. I can't say how I wouldnt have wanted ANY OTHER doctor to have helped me through the most devastating day of my life. In all the anger, pain and sadness I carry with me, it is with happiness that I can say that on that day I am glad that you were my doctor. I do have one thing to have been grateful for and that is that you were working that evening and through the night. I am grateful for your care.
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