Update on Ken.

I faxed the cardiologist yesterday, asking if Ken's illness could be an allergic reaction to the new drugs he is on. I sent a fax because I figured I'd never get through to him on the phone. This guy is all over the place; he has three consulting rooms in different suburbs, one interstate, and he operates several times a week I believe, so I thought if I faxed him at the rooms where Ken sees him, his staff will eventually pass it on to him. That was about 12 noon. Around 2 pm my mobile phone rang and it was Dr.H! He said "You didn't need to fax me - just ring anytime" which is kind of him, but I didn't state the obvious and say 'how the hell would I know where you are!'

He asked a few questions about Ken, then said he didn't think the drugs were the cause of Ken's sickness. I told him I thought a lot of the problem could be stress, as Ken is worried about the prospect of open heart surgery, to which he replied "well, we're not going to go ahead with that just yet. I think we can increase the medication and get his heart working properly again for a while". I said "He (Ken) isn't going to make old bones though, is he?" and Dr H. said "Make no bones about it, Ken will make old bones if I have any say over it!" This guy is one of the top men in his field, but he has such a great 'bedside manner' - he is serious when he needs to be, but he also has a great sense of humour which can lighten a bad moment. Ken is lucky to have Dr H. looking after him.