Cradle-to-grave care

A couple of weeks ago, I got some bad news from my GP of 25 years, Dr Tony Crutchley. Thankfully, it wasn’t test results, although it hit me hard just the same. He told me that he will retire in October.

For me, having a GP, lawyer, dentist and hairdresser that I like and trust is a sign that I am established somewhere. When we lived in the United States for three years, I never had a regular GP although, with my expensive health insurance, I could probably have had my own endocrinologist, gastroenterologist and cardiothoracic surgeon had I wanted them. Instead, other than a couple of visits to the local drop-in medical centre – the first after I did