I was at work doing an eye exam, where else would I be? And by the time my first patient’s eyes were fully dilated, mine were too–only for a different reason.
As I finished his exam, I told him what was unfolding, that we were apparently under attack and no one was quite sure where it was going to stop.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he replied, the blood draining ever so slightly from his face.
To this day, I will occasionally call up a patient’s records on the computer and there it will be in bold relief–9/11/01, 8:00AM. And during the course of the exam, he will always ask, “Do you remember where you were on 9/11?”
“Yes,” I will always reply, “right here with you.”
There exists a sacred bond between doctor and patient.