We have received many holiday cards this year, and the one that stood out the most for me was the photo posted on this blog. It was from my doctor's office. As I lovingly looked at all of the smiling faces before me, I was so filled up with gratitude, I felt compelled to write a public thank you.
I think doctors often get a bad rap. The bad rap comes from so many of us having a horrible experience with one type of doctor and then categorizing them all together. Teachers probably suffer the same predicament, which likely explains my excessive need to thank people loudly when they so deserve it.
This tale of doctor/patient appreciation is happily a different story. It all started with a doctor named Michael B. Doyle. The first time my husband and I met Dr. Doyle, we knew he was a different type of doctor. He is warm and caring and absolutely spends his time trying to make the world a better place. His body of charitable work is astounding and far reaching, which just reinforces the fact that one person can make a difference.
He makes a difference in so many lives and probably never receives a fraction of the “thank yous” he deserves. My guess is that he does not keep score of other people’s gratitude because helping others is his passion and purpose. When Dr.
Doyle learned the details of our fertility struggles at our first appointment, he actually said that he felt so sad for us. I have been to a lot of doctors for a lot of reasons, but no one ever actively felt for me or my husband as far as I could tell, until him. Let me be clear, we did not have instant success with Dr.Doyle. We worked with him for three years straight until our miracle baby was
lovingly and miraculously created by him and his staff. This was after years working with two other IVF offices. Every single time we went to his office, each staff member acted thrilled to see us. Although my veins are tiny and difficult to work with during blood draws, no one ever commented on it. If I was frustrated and negative, they all supported me and showered me with positivity. The truth is I might have given up on ever having a child had it not been for Connecticut Fertility Associates. I am not sure whether Dr. Doyle refuses to hire anyone that does not share his philosophy on loving every patient, but my husband and I never had an experience there with anyone who didn’t love what they did and hope to make our greatest wishes come true. The staff members who touched my life and asked me about every mundane detail of my day include Sandy, Lina, Lynn, Lorrie, Heidi, and Jill. There were other staff members that worked with me just a handful of times for billing and other purposes who were equally lovely. CFA truly stands out as a unique experience.
My child is going to be 14 months old in a few weeks. There is not one day that goes by that I am not eternally grateful to CFA, and it is goes beyond their giving my husband and me our child. The gratitude is for their kindness, compassion, and their love in a world that needs so much of it these days. I don’t wish infertility on anyone, but the fact that the staff members of CFA became an extended part of my family made each disappointment along the way worthwhile. I often tell my child, “CFA made you.” Although she is too young to understand what that means, it is a fact of her life that should one day make her very proud.
I think doctors often get a bad rap. The bad rap comes from so many of us having a horrible experience with one type of doctor and then categorizing them all together. Teachers probably suffer the same predicament, which likely explains my excessive need to thank people loudly when they so deserve it.
This tale of doctor/patient appreciation is happily a different story. It all started with a doctor named Michael B. Doyle. The first time my husband and I met Dr. Doyle, we knew he was a different type of doctor. He is warm and caring and absolutely spends his time trying to make the world a better place. His body of charitable work is astounding and far reaching, which just reinforces the fact that one person can make a difference.
He makes a difference in so many lives and probably never receives a fraction of the “thank yous” he deserves. My guess is that he does not keep score of other people’s gratitude because helping others is his passion and purpose. When Dr.
Doyle learned the details of our fertility struggles at our first appointment, he actually said that he felt so sad for us. I have been to a lot of doctors for a lot of reasons, but no one ever actively felt for me or my husband as far as I could tell, until him. Let me be clear, we did not have instant success with Dr.Doyle. We worked with him for three years straight until our miracle baby was
lovingly and miraculously created by him and his staff. This was after years working with two other IVF offices. Every single time we went to his office, each staff member acted thrilled to see us. Although my veins are tiny and difficult to work with during blood draws, no one ever commented on it. If I was frustrated and negative, they all supported me and showered me with positivity. The truth is I might have given up on ever having a child had it not been for Connecticut Fertility Associates. I am not sure whether Dr. Doyle refuses to hire anyone that does not share his philosophy on loving every patient, but my husband and I never had an experience there with anyone who didn’t love what they did and hope to make our greatest wishes come true. The staff members who touched my life and asked me about every mundane detail of my day include Sandy, Lina, Lynn, Lorrie, Heidi, and Jill. There were other staff members that worked with me just a handful of times for billing and other purposes who were equally lovely. CFA truly stands out as a unique experience.
My child is going to be 14 months old in a few weeks. There is not one day that goes by that I am not eternally grateful to CFA, and it is goes beyond their giving my husband and me our child. The gratitude is for their kindness, compassion, and their love in a world that needs so much of it these days. I don’t wish infertility on anyone, but the fact that the staff members of CFA became an extended part of my family made each disappointment along the way worthwhile. I often tell my child, “CFA made you.” Although she is too young to understand what that means, it is a fact of her life that should one day make her very proud.