This post is specially dedicated to my family GP since I was 4 years old. Just in case you ask, yes, he is one of those who make sure I survive until today. A doctor I am afraid of when I first went to see him because he would make sure I speak in English with him, even though I was only 4 years old. From one word to a few words to a sentence and a conversation, and that's how our relationship was developed to more than a GP, but a family friend. It is him that I have understood what different cultures and races means and how not difficult it is to accept other races and cultures that are so different from ours. He is a very talented and patient-doctor and yet, can be fierce especially if you are hard-headed and refuse to listen to his advise and continue to harm yourself. "No no no, you don't do that" as he turns his head the people from India do as he looked you through your eyes when he speaks. He will sit down slightly to the right at his chair, put his right hand on his chin and in deep thought when he was curious and wonder what happened really. You can see him in deep thought and then he will walk around at his confined space between his table and cupboard and told me to lie down in the examination bed next to a sink, which he washes his hand and getting ready with his stethoscope, after he called, "Nurse". Yes. That's how exactly he examines all his patients almost every single time I went into his room.
I grew up weak by having a very weak lung, that's mean I easily get cold and cough and fever. Instead of just prescribing medicines to me and cure me each time, he took me dearly to him and educated me and my parents on what I should prevent and what I should do to improves my lung. He's like a father who would take times and efforts to make sure things will get better as I grow up. Sad to say, seeing him less over the past 10 years simply means, I am physically better. The last time I went to see him, I was having a bad infection and I remember him sitting down, looking at me, taking up my case file and pointed to me and said, do you know you are one of my first patients when this clinic started? The front page of the case file stated, Lin Pei San, 4 years old. I remember vividly. He smiled and said, "you are a lawyer now. I am proud. Tell me what kind of cases you do?" and so I told him what I did and he said "that took quite a bit of stamina" and I laughed and said, "glad my lung didn't fail on me because I have a good doctor". He laughed and then he said, just a cold, get some med, not too stressful and rest more. That's the last time I visited him and the clinic. I walked out, standing next to a drawing that was hung in this clinic as long as I remember it while waiting for my medicines. The pharmacist saw me standing there and called me and as I bent down to talk to the pharmacist, she told me she used to saw me from that little window when I was still too short to reach the window. I told her, it's almost 35 years ago now. Can't believe time flies and I told her, but everything still looks the same, except you have a new aircon now (not the one that needs to drill a hole kind) and she laughed.
His clinic will not be the same anymore and I doubt I will be going to the clinic anymore.
- Remembering my GP -

