For twenty years, I had a family doctor whom I absolutely adored. He was a Franco-Ontarian, movie star handsome, soft-spoken and caring. He ran a small practice on Dalhousie Street in Ottawa, as well as a couple of satellite clinics in Bourgette and Clarence Creek. When he closed his Ottawa practice, I used to drive out to the country to see him because I loved him. He did more than check my vitals; he listened. About five years ago, Dr. Jacques decided to cut back. He said he'd had it with the long hours and the paperwork, and was ultimately going to retire. Because I had stopped seeing him on a frequent basis, I was being cut as a patient. I was mortified. I was able to find another doctor, the one I lovingly refer to as The Worst Family Doctor in Ontario. He's not really THE WORST, I suspect, but he certainly doesn't live up to the standards that Dr. Jacques maintained. I think it's a big problem for my generation, the patients who grew up with the Ma...
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