“As you know, this has been a difficult year for our city,” the letter began. “We have all had to make sacrifices we never thought we would be faced with, which has brought me to this difficult decision my family and I have had to make.”
The letter from our family doctor continues, “I regrettably have to inform you that as of December 29, 2006 I will be leaving my practice and moving to Houston, Texas.”
Dr. Irma Pfister is an excellent young doctor who was recommended to us by our E-N-T doctor and has treated both Margaret and me for the past couple of years. My other internist–I’m at the age where we have lots of medical people in our lives–Dr. Kathleen Wilson, moved to Florida earlier this year. Same kind of letter, same reasons.
It’s like an epidemic around here, doctors moving out. Perhaps they have lost so many clients and with a smaller population base, they are unable to earn the kind of income they need. Just as likely, it’s a matter of not wanting to live in such a depressing environment, particularly when a partnership is available in a modern, clean, progressive city where the issues facing New Orleans are all left behind.
We understand, but it truly hurts.
I bumped into a seminary classmate today on the campus of New Orleans Baptist Theological Seminary where he and I sat through three years of classes together in the mid-1960s. We exchanged pleasantries and chatted about the challenge we’re facing in this city, with the rebuilding of our neighborhoods and churches. My friend is president of one of our Southern Baptist seminaries and as prominent a personage as our denomination has. As we parted, he said, “I almost envy you.”
Almost. Not quite, I imagine.