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To Kathleen
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Acknowledgements
Thanks to Patrick Collins, who did the final compilation and arranging of the stories in this book. He is Dr. Joseph Lauermans nephew, his mother was, Elizabeth (Betty), Joes older sister. Betty was also an accomplished writer. Special thanks to Maureen Hodgson for her wonderful computer, typing, and editing skills. Thanks, also to Dale Youngman for his publishing assistance.
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Truth is often more engaging than fiction. These stories, of memorable events and people, have been chosen from among experiences gained in over fifty years of medical general practice. A large obstetrical practice, in my early years, accounts for the predominance of related stories. Names, and location of events, have been changed. I beg forgiveness for errors. December, 2000 J. L.
Foreword
Joe Lauerman and I met in 1930 as grade one students and were friends ever since. He was born in Edmonton to a pioneering family. His father was a businessman in downtown Edmonton. His mother was a nursing graduate from the first graduating class of the School of Nursing at the Edmonton General Hospital. Joe attended Grandin and St. Josephs High Schools and graduated in 1948 from the University of Alberta. In 1950 he married Kathleen Kelly, also a graduate from the Edmonton General School of Nursing, and together they raised four delightful children. In the same year he established a medical practice in north Edmonton. This was a very new idea. From this beginning evolved the Calwood Clinic, which continues to be a focal point for medical care to this day. Joe provided total care for his patients. He was their doctor. He delivered their babies made house calls to treat acute ear infections, removed their tonsils, provided counseling to troubled teenagers and their parents, treated their pneumonias and heart diseases, and helped them die with peace and dignity. He emphasized and was completely involved with his patients. All of these services were provided with care and compassion to over three generations of patients, for almost six decades. He was truly their doctor. The role of the family doctor has changed and evolved. The laws of supply and demand interfere with the conditions under which Joe Lauerman provided care. We can only hope that physicians, nurses, politicians and economists can provide a model of care within which patients can once again refer to their doctor.
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Contents
My Italian Friends.......................................................................... 1 Mrs. Barretts Wine ........................................................................ 2 Mistaken Identity ........................................................................... 3 Jane ................................................................................................ 4 Howard........................................................................................... 5 Emergency Across the Street ........................................................ 6 Nothing I Could Do ....................................................................... 7 The Missing Baby........................................................................... 8 The Old Salt ................................................................................. 10 What An Earful! ........................................................................... 11 Thats Life .................................................................................... 12 Totally Unexpected....................................................................... 13 The Priests Problem ................................................................... 14 The Baby in the Bed .................................................................... 15 Spiritual Death ............................................................................ 16 Poor Father .................................................................................. 17
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Mr. Chelseas Cancer.................................................................... 18 Kathleens Birthday Party ........................................................... 19 Delayed Menstruation ................................................................. 20 A Tragedy...................................................................................... 21 A Headless Baby ........................................................................... 23 A Happy Ending ........................................................................... 24 Claude .......................................................................................... 25 Boys Will Be Boys ........................................................................ 26 The Patient Heals The Doctor ..................................................... 27 Practicing Medicine Without a License ...................................... 29 Love and Lung Cancer................................................................. 31 Johns Appendix ........................................................................... 32 A Tribute To Thea ........................................................................ 34 A Misadventure ............................................................................ 35 Do No Harm................................................................................. 36 About the Author ......................................................................... 37
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A life of service
An Alberta doctors 55 years in practice includes caring for six generations in a single family.
Dr. Joe Lauerman has treated 92 members of one family, including, from left: Natashia Goertzen and her daugher Kate, Veronica Kennedy, Theresa Marois, and Frances Thompson.
From the March 22, 2005 issue of The Medical Post.
My Italian Friends
During my early days in practice, before Medicare, I looked after many young Italian families, who were new immigrants to Canada. The men obtained jobs, and slowly learned to speak the language. Their wives stayed home, caring for the small children, and had little or no opportunity to learn English. On occasion, I would make a house call to visit a sick baby. Although I could not communicate with the mother, I could usually find an older sibling to act as interpreter. These children spoke perfect English, without accent, quickly learned from playing with other children on the street. I was always amazed by this fact. As newcomers they were poor, and we seldom got paid for our services, but it was customary to send them at least one bill for services rendered. I recall, with amusement, an occasion when a young father came to see me two months after I had delivered his wife of a baby boy. He had my bill in his hand and said, I wanna thanka you, doctor, for a nicea bambino. I ama very happy man, and so isa my wife. I havea here your bill for eightyfivea dollars but I wanna know how mucha Im agonna pay? Eighty-five dollars, I replied. Doctor, you donta understand, he said. Isa bill asays eighty five dollars, but how much Ima gonea pay cash? It occurred to me then, that he was simply doing business in the way he knew - by bartering. I was amused, and at the same time pleased, as I really did not expect to receive any payment for this delivery. Seventy dollars, I said. He reached into his pocket, produced a roll of bills, counted out seven tens, and placed them in front of me. Now, Doctor, he said. Will you pleasa write ona your bill to me paid in full? I happily obliged - seventy dollars was a lot better than nothing. I was certain this was one Italian who would do well in life.
A Doctors Life Memoirs of My Medical Practice 1
Mistaken Identity
One day in July, early in my career, I arrived at my office just before 1:00 P.M. and readied myself for a busy afternoon. My receptionist informed me that there was a man in the waiting room who wanted to see me first regarding a personal matter. I asked her to show him in and I offered him a seat. He gave me his name and said he was from Leduc, and asked me if I knew why he was in my office. Perplexed, I replied that I did not. Then he pulled from his pocket a photograph of a women and two children, showed it to me and reiterated that now I must know why he was in my office. By this time I was not only perplexed, but growing impatient. Then he told me that the picture was that of his wife and two children and accused me of having an affair with her. I was furious and got up from my chair and ordered him out of my office, and threatened to call the police. After he left I was very upset and wondered what I should do. What was his game, I wondered? It certainly would not do to have some complete stranger going around accusing me of infidelity and sullying my reputation. I left my office early and decided to go down to the office of The College of Physicians and Surgeons and seek their advice. About halfway to their office it suddenly struck me a new doctor from Leduc had moved into an office a block away. I knew him slightly and he had reputation as a philanderer. Obviously, the cuckolded man had come to the wrong office. I turned around and came home and decided to do nothing unless I heard more. The matter never again surfaced. The doctor down the street and his wife eventually became my patients. He died from cancer some years later. I never told him of the incident.