Well I don't know what having 3 wives has to do with being a great doctor, or not being a great doctor. Women can be pretty crazy ya know <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif" border="0">
One weird bit of trivia about diagnosing Docs and CF patients. My mom never told me the name of the doctor who diagnosed me. In my late 20's we found a very pathetic, nearly dead stray dog. It was what's called a "cur hunting dog". Best dog I had ever had, we were soul mates, and till this day I consider him my child (or as close as I'll ever come to havin one). We found out someone had shot him with buckshot (shotgun), cause he had a ton of them in his body. He got sick all of a sudden and went into massive fits of having unbearable pain. They thought it was bad hip displasia, but they couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. He was absolutely miserable and screaming in pain almost constantly. After doing everything we could do, we finally had to put him down because I couldnt stand seeing my boy suffering like he was anymore, and they obviously couldn't fix him. After he was put down they found out it wasn't hip displasia, but some of his internal organs were totally messed up, his spleen was actually ripped in half from maybe a very strong kick from someone. Till this day I still cry here and there when I think about him, and wonder if I could have done anything more for him (all three of us were broke due to all the cash we spent on him, and were actually ill ourselves due to lack of sleep etc for his care we gave him). It still haunts me now that maybe if I would have taken him to a specialist and somehow came up with more money, i'd still have "my boy" with me. Oh how I miss him so.
Anyways, sorry, had an emotional moment thinking about him because earlier I watched a super old christmas family home movie, and it was the first time I saw him "alive" in a very long time.
Anyways, back to my point. That dog's name was "Sinder". I have no idea why I chose that name, it just seemed to really fit him. The doctor who diagnosed me in Ohio, his last name was Sinder. Not sure if that doc was dead (probably was, he was old when he diagnosed me) or what, but my mom always thought it was very weird that I named that wonderful dog Sinder, same name as my doctor. If you believe in reincarnation, maybe it was my doctor and I somehow knew to name him that so my mother knew about him there now. Who knows.
