Longing for all the good things about medical practice from our childhood

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So much of what we’ve seen in our lives has been good. But not all of it. And according to Lorie Eber, author of “Boomers: Aging Beats the Alternative and a Sense of Humor Helps,” one of the really shocking declines is the sorry state of the doctor-patient relationships. In this essay for BoomerCafé, Lorie says, I want Dr. Welby Back!

Actor Robert Young as the popular Marcus Welby, MD.

Actor Robert Young as the popular Marcus Welby, MD.

We baby boomers grew up with Marcus Welby-type doctors who knew our history and cared about us. But nowadays, driven by economics, doctors spend an average of six minutes with a patient. Unfortunately, my internist fits this mold.

However, I’m lucky enough to still have the closest thing to Robert Young as my dentist. He’s 60-something and epitomizes all the good things about medical practice from my childhood. As you might expect, his affable wife works in his office. If I have a toothache, an opening materializes in his schedule. There is no dental hygienist to lecture me about how I could have been more diligent with my brushing. My dentist still does everything himself— from root canals to cleanings.

Within moments of my arrival, I’m laying back in the oversized chair and he’s ready to start eradicating plaque. Should he spot a stain on one of my pearly whites, he’ll take a wait-and-see approach, rather than immediately shooting me up with Novocain and cranking up the drill. Maximizing profits is not the goal here. My dentist just loves practicing his craft. I hope he never retires.

Contrast him to my internist; the epitome of today’s treating physician. The paramount concern, before any treatment is rendered, is that his patients sign consent and waiver forms, including an agreement not to file a civil suit for malpractice.

Dr. Lorie Eber

Dr. Lorie Eber

On my first visit, I delivered the completed forms, as instructed, hoping that my reward would be that I’d only have to page through one copy of People Magazine before being called to the inner sanctum. No such luck. As the 30-minute mark approached, my name was finally called.

I was then processed by the office staff, who weighed me, stuck a thermometer in my mouth, and applied the blood pressure cuff. When my doctor finally appeared, he greeted me, determined the purpose of my visit, and immediately turned his attention to writing my yearly orders for prescription refills, a mammogram and blood work.

The “examination” consisted of listening to my heart and breath sounds, with a stethoscope placed under my unzipped jacket. I never graced the exam table or removed astich of clothing. Our only conversation concerned which blood lab and imaging center I preferred. I was on my way in less than six minutes.

How sad that today’s health care practitioners have been relegated to protecting themselves from lawsuits and writing script. What happened to treating patients? I want Dr. Welby back.

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