Mo Chandran -- I know his signature well. I worked with this man for many years, and seeing that signature on patient's orders always reminded me of how fine a physician he was.
Here was a man who listened to his patients. Here was a man who never minded my phone calls to him when I had questions or just needed verification of an order. He would say, "Yes, I know that patient. He needs contrast on that study because I suspect..." or "Please center at (a certain level); that's where you'll find the lesion."
Here was a man who would call me and ask, "Is his study done? No hurry. Just call me when it's finished. I'd like to take a look at it."
Here was a man who met me in the ER, to explain to me what the emergency was, why he called me in, and what he expected to find.
Here was a man who sat with me several times, to be the first to talk to, or even see the patient when his study was complete, good new or bad.
Here was a man who listened to a patient tell him of things she couldn't even tell her own family, for fear of their rejection. Here is a man who helped put that family back together again. Nothing is in it for him; everything in it for his patient's family.
When Mo had his stroke, many people at the hospital were greatly disturbed, Some cried uncontrollably; myself included. When he came back to visit, and then began his practice again, we rejoiced with him.
Seeing that signature once again for the very first time brought a tear to my eye and a smile to my heart, as I showed my co-worker the order.
He is a man with another side. A side I'll continue to cherish, in a physician I will continue to respect.