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When I asked what urologist he'd recommend, without a
pause, he pointed at the door. "Down the hall," he ordered. "Doctor Mawn. He's good." Dominguez wasn't long on explanations. When he spoke, he expected you to listen. I went down
the hall and set up an appointment before leaving the building.
Actually, I'd seen Doctor Mawn the year before. Dominguez
had sent me to him after I'd asked whether Proscar or some other
prostate-shrinking drug might provide some relief of my irksome urinary symptoms.
At that time, Mawn had me fill out a questionnaire that asked
for a ranking of my urinary problems. After he went over the numbers, he allowed as how I wasn't a candidate for such drugs though I
was no doubt symptomatic, but on the mild end of the symptom scale,
with basically nothing to worry about. He didn't forget to add that if
my wee hour wee-wees became more numerous, or if any of the
other symptoms became too uncomfortable, I should consult with him
It was a cursory sort of visit, yet I didn't feel put off. The
question had been answered. I was okay. Nothing to dwell on.
My impression of Doctor Mawn at that time, I confess, is a
little spotty. The visit wasn't an urgent one; more of attending to
personal things I never seemed to find the time for until my semi-retirement. But I do remember liking him. He was open, professional, and his smile had mensch written all over it.
DAYBOOK ENTRY, 10/5/92
Patient: Bert Gottlieb: Age: 59
PSA: 3.7 (per Dr. Dominguez s lab results)
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