Working on the front desk as a Receptionist you deal with thousands of patients over the years. But there are those few patients that will always stay in your mind for different reasons. If I think back to the many lovely patients I use to deal with one that automatically springs to mind is Andrew (I have changed his name for this story).
Let me tell you about Andrew and how he used to lighten up my day when he came into the surgery. He was like a ray of sunshine.
Andrew used to come in on a fairly regular basis with his Dad. Andrew was 25 years old and had Downs Syndrome.
It was just Andrew and his Dad – on getting to know them more I found out that sadly Andrew’s mum had died in their house due to Carbon monoxide poisoning. Andrew and his dad were extremely lucky to pull through – but it was so obvious how they missed their wife and mum.
When I first started dealing with Andrew and his Dad on the front desk it was always his dad that made the appointments, did the talking and insisted on going into see the doctor with Andrew.
The doctor that Andrew (and his dad) used to see on a regular basis was concerned that Andrew was not being allowed to be more independent and do more for himself – but the Doctor also identified that this was mainly down to Andrew’s dad not wanting to “let go”. Andrew was all he had in the world. But at the same time it was not fair to Andrew he was being held back.
After some months getting to know Andrew and his Dad Andrew started to really come out of himself and would chat away at the front desk to me he would joke and laugh with me. I always got a great big beam from him when he came into Reception.
Andrew would happily tell me about his day – what they had done that morning and what there were going to do that afternoon. I always looked forward to his visits and the stories he had to tell.
Then Andrew starting to hold the conversation more every time he came in. Andrew even started to book his next appointment by himself and actually started going in to see the doctor on his own. I seen Andrew grow with such confidence. The doctor that Andrew was seeing was extremely supportive and understood Andrews needs so well.
When Andrew was in with the doctor one morning his dad was chatting to me at the desk. He opened up to his fears about Andrew, and confessed that he actually felt that he was holding Andrew back, but Andrew was all he had. He confessed that he had even put a block on Andrew attending a day centre as he didn’t want to let go. I felt so sorry for his dad and for Andrew too. His main fear was that Andrew would die and he would be left with no one. The love he had for Andrew was amazing but he was holding him back.
Andrew continued to flourish and he even got a bit bold at times – in a nice way. The cheeky chap even tried to chap me up for his dad once and asked if I would go to their house for fish and chips that Friday night – it was all in good fun and he understood that I couldn’t go as I had to get home to my two girls.
Andrew’s confidence continued to grow, with the help of the GP his dad finally agreed that Andrew could go to a day centre – Andrew just loved it there. His eyes would sparkle when he told me about his days there and the friends that he had made.
But his dad’s fears of loosing Andrew never went away.
Life continued in the surgery and Andrew and his Dad’s visit became less frequent. Andrew was becoming much more independent and loved his days at the centre.
Then one Monday morning I was checking through the out of hours reports and to my horror seen that there had been a death at their address – Andrew’s dad had died of a massive heart attack.
I never got to see Andrew again – and never knew what happened to him, but one thing for sure I know that wherever he went he would have brightened up their days just like he had done to mine whenever he came into the surgery.
I would like to think that the independence that Andrew gained over the years would have given him some strength to get through the loss of his Dad.