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THe following is a text of a note I send tov my two doctors in Port Alberni, their cheerful smiles and sympathetic smiles and angry looks will stay with me always. This tribute applies to all the staff who continue toi treat me so well when I act so badly. Hope you like it: People Like Me People like me the incurably ill the scourge of the medical profession our constant visits, thickening files thinning frames, fading hopes must be frustrating for you all your tools, learning leave you unprepared for those you cannot reach so I understand when some (thankfully, not all) hide behind a stoic face or their words quoting statistics they ask why are you here today avoiding my gaze as if I were a despair leper pens hovering, hopefull of a quick painless prescription (the write and flight syndrome) I am very much aware the clock is ticking you ask how I am not, what do I want setting aside my chart, time restrictions you listen not just to my words but to my heart when you ask how you can help you often already have by showing you care I may forget to thank you but I will not forget you when we stand in front of God people like me will thank Him for people like you Bill Harrington