This morning I took Juan (not his real name), a brother from our church that had his left leg amputated three years ago, to the hospital to decide if we need to amputate his right leg for non-healing wounds due to his bad circulation. A friend's sister is in charge of the government-insured patients and she met us in the lobby and fast-tracked us to get Juan seen by a surgeon for his leg. While waiting in the lobby, I saw someone wearing a Nebraska sweatshirt! I went up to her and asked her where she got it and she gave the usual reply, "I got it from a used clothing store." She didn't have any idea we had won 43-10 on Saturday. Someday I hope to meet someone who will tell me that her uncle in Nebraska got her shirt for her.
The doctor had seven(!) medical students shadowing him this morning. I amazed them with one of Juan's Xrays because you can see all of his arteries because they are calcified like plastic pipes. I fear he will have to have his right foot amputated to keep from dying of gangrene. Pray that we can find him the best care possible.
I really liked this surgeon. He treated Juan well and treated his medical students well. I think one's character is shown by how he treats those ranked below him.
