What is heroism? I see it as the ability and fortitude of a person, called to greatness in chaos, tenacious in their work in spite of odds and defeatist narratives- they are born of selfless passion. Our caped crusaders comes in all shapes and forms, irrespective of notoriety their reward is a reflection of their output- the betterment of a life, society or circumstance.
A medical practitioner can sometimes walk in solitary confinement, weighing their auspicious education against a pro patient outlook, juggling the hard realities with faith- understanding that although they’re intelligent, they are not omnipotent. The delicately orchestrated role demands a great deal of emotional stamina, especially for those that harbour genuine care for their patients, risking self sabotage to their spirits. It is not surprising that these hallowed humans are our diamonds in the ruff, and at times transacting on their own inner spirit recession. Despite popular misconceptions, this does not always leave them in the black. Their sacrifice bestows upon the hopeless, hope, complimented by the mental fortitude to look beyond the affliction- a gift of unquantifiable value.
Our medical system is an ongoing debate of body and soul, flesh and spirit challenging us to underscore the paramount focus while portraying a balanced view. Whether due to constricted resources or stone cold apathy- I maintain that the orientation of our mind must be in alignment to our physical healing and therefore- are two peas in a pod. The conversation is less of a designation of their position in the hierarchy, like strumming a cord to an untuned guitar- the magic is seen in their partnership- a concerto that Dr. Loach conducted principally in his directive to enrich the lives of those around him. A directive that he not only accomplished- he reframed my circumstance, inviting the light to overtake the darkness.
Today I was notified that he would be retiring tomorrow, a memo that selfishly weighed heavy on my heart while having the distinct privilege and honour of being his last discharged patient. As a society, we undervalue the power behind genuine kindness. Totally irrespective of your mental breadth, our value is in our anima, looking within ourselves to leave this world even a little bit better than we found it.
He is characterized as the quintessence of caregiving, a true MMD – Medical Maestro Doctor.
And in my final thought, I relate my above reverence to todays coffee. In knowing that I may go without (a humdrum coffee I might add), he took it upon himself to serve me a superior café on fine china- reminiscent of a family member serving me at home which is a current departure from my reality.
Thank you for your heroism, thank you for listening, thank you for your mind and authentic and thoughtful delivery.
Thank you for being a bona fide medical musical prodigy.
Cheers, my friend.
“Wherever the art of Medicine is loved, there is also a love of Humanity. ”¹
¹Hippocrates
The Hopeful Motif 