Keeping a song in my heart brings me to the one with the melody HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A LASSY (or Laddy) but the lyrics, a la my mommy singing to us while washing our hair when we were little, went something like: Horsey get your tail up, get your tail up, get your tail up. Horsey get your tail up, keep the sun outa my eyes! (Did you sing along at least inside your head? If not, try again before continuing.)
Dr. Swaiki, my Oncologist, is only brilliant. No other word really comes to mind that better suits the impression the girls and I have of him. His work must be so difficult, not just the medical aspect, but Oncologists more than most, must deal with very sick, often sad and very emotional patients. Dr Swaiki has the perfect personality for what I need in these circumstances. He is…BRILLIANT!
He is also Syrian, I think, and though he has a strong accent, I never have trouble understanding him; but yesterday, one of the many obstacles our language can procure for the English-as-second-language individual cracked us up!
It all started when I mentioned to him that I would be having knee surgery next Wednesday. In his very personally-interested way, he asked all about it, requesting details and assuring me that Dr. Lowry Jones is a tremendous surgeon. (And I interject, NO KIDDING to that!) As I was leaving he offered one last good luck and then said to me, “I weesh for jew to have successful soogery and jew vill soon be valkeeng like a horse.” OK…I’m not gonna lie – I guffawed! (So did his awesome nurse!) He looked at me with such innocence mixed with concern that was doused in confusion that I knew he had no idea why we were cracking up. I said, “It’s just that you were only minutes ago reminding me that food as well as my drugs play a role in my obesity and now you tell me you hope I will soon be walking like a horse. (still convulsed) I guess I just would’ve rather heard you offer that I would be able to walk like a ballerina.” He thought a moment…asked, “…a ballerina? Vood dis be somevun who deences ballet?” (Wow…my middle east accent is converging on German, isn’t it? Sorry ‘bout that. Just stick with me here…the story is worth it even if the verds are veak.) Then the proverbial light bulb came on and he seemed to realize why he said what he said, “ Dee
ISN’T THAT JUST ADORABLE!!! HE WISHES ME WELL AND WANTS ME TO BE ABLE TO WALK LIKE A HORSE BECAUSE THE GIRLS IN THE OFFICE TALK ABOUT EATING LIKE A HORSE AND HE INTERPRETED THAT AS A POSITIVE THING.
I think I’ll shop for a 2010 horsey calendar to give him at my post-Christmas appointment...in SIX MONTHS!!!! Whatchathink?
I first want to wish you well for successful surgery and yes Dr. Jones is a great surgeon. He did surgery on my hubby.
The horse calendar is a great idea but make sure you write the quote on it. LOL
prayers and hugs
Marianne
Posted by: Marianne | June 14, 2009 at 08:04 AM