
17/07/2025
This afternoon, I was handed something simple — a bag of avocados, freshly picked from the backyard of my 74-year-old patient. Not store-bought, not wrapped in ribbon — just nestled in a reusable bag, still carrying the scent of sun and soil.
They were huge (I gasped a little), and yes — avocados are my favorite. But more than the fruit itself, what truly moved me was this gentle gesture… a quiet “thank you” from someone who trusted me to care for her, and still does.
There is something sacred about that trust.
It reminds me that being a doctor is not just about test results, diagnoses, or prescriptions. It’s about presence. Patience. Paying attention. It’s about becoming a small part of someone’s story — and being invited back, season after season.
To my patients:
Thank you for the privilege of being your doctor.
Thank you for the stories, the small talks, the still-warm harvests, and the moments of honesty and hope you bring into my day.
You make this work meaningful, and my life infinitely richer.
Here’s to health, heart, and little joys from the garden. 🤍🥑🌱