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There are weird gay people and there are weird straight people...weirdness strikes everywhere..

When my mom became ill, my dad was going to take her to a neurologist, as suggested by the GP, as he thought she had Parkinsons...now my parents lived in a rather small town, and rural area, and the only neurologist was gay...some busybody neighbor 'warned' my dad about this, hinting that not only was he gay, he was not a good doctor...it was almost as if with her, it was a given, that because a doctor is 'gay', he is not a good doctor...but this busybody, recommended another neurologist, a good, straight neurologist, so she said, in another town, about an hours drive away...

So my dad decided to drive an hour or so south down the freeway, to a bigger area, to find this recommended neurologist, who diagnosed my mom with Parkinsons...mom was put on meds, and this doc reviewed her case from time to time..

When my dad got sick with cancer, I had to take over care for my mom, and him as well...when I began to really read up about Parkinsons, and now having to live with my mother and observing her first hand, I came to the realization, that I thought my mom had been misdiagnosed...her symptoms did not really match up, with what I was reading, and the meds this neurologist had my mom on, seemed to be of no value whatsoever...

I took her back down to this 'straight' neurologist, voiced my concerns, and asked him to reconsider his diagnosis of my mom...he did as I asked, but still came up with the same diagnosis..I was really quite dissatisfied...

So I took my mom to the 'gay' neurologist, who upon two worksups on my mom, was adamant, that this 'straight' neurologist had misdiagnosed my mom...thing was, this 'gay' neurologist, was actually in the middle of making a move to a big city, NYC...but he made his initial exam of my mom, and assured me that another neurologist would be taking over...I must add here, that the 'gay' neurologist had his partner, working as the receptionist...for those who claim that they have 'gaydar', I would challenge any one of them to meet this doctor anywhere, and I assure you, one would never guess he was gay..his partner on the other hand, was very effeminate, and one would at least be suspicious, that he was gay...on the other hand, this receptionist, was a very sweet and caring man, who put the patients at complete ease in the waiting room, and was really especially kind to my mom, which I appreciated...

Now it was time to see a third neurologist(gay or straight I do not know), who also agreed, that my mom did not have Parkinsons as the first 'straight' neurologist had originally said...

My dad died shortly after this, and then I brought my mom to live with me in a different state, and the whole hunt began again, for another neurologist...found quite a fine one(whether gay or straight, I dont know, and dont care)...he examined my mom quite thoroughly, and again, as the second and third neurologists said, this first neurologist was completely wrong in his diagnosis of my mom...

My mom did not have Parkinsons at all, she had Alzheimers, or some other similar dementia...

My point of this rather long, probably boring story, is that unfortunately, in an attempt to find my mom good medical care, my dad allowed himself to be influenced by a busy-body, know nothing, sanctimonious neighbor, who just felt it her 'duty' to 'warn' my dad about the dangers and evils of taking my mom to a 'gay' neurologist, because first off he was gay(how horrid), and secondly she seemed to intimate that because he was gay, he was also a second rate doctor...well, the 'straight' neurologist that my dad saw instead, was the second rate doctor, perhaps even a third rate doctor...but according to this neighbor, he was a fine doctor, because he was straight...

Go to your cousins wedding...if you and he have been close all of your lives, I feel you will regret it for years to come, if you do not go..