She is well known for her love of helping out in ‘different’ places. Why only a few months ago it was a stint in Pitcairn Island. Years ago she did two stretches at the top of the Himalayas with her delightful husband Ian, and then young children, and most oddly of all, a few years in Wellington.
During all this time she has, on and off, been my doctor for nearly twenty years. I’ll share an anecdote that should tell you why once Carol is your doctor you don’t let her go. It’s also why she is so well loved and will be so sorely missed.
I found myself in Auckland Hospital a while ago, the one and only time I’ve been hospitalised in thirty years, without knowing how I got there or why I was there – I wont bore you with the details. What I do remember as I was beginning to re-enter the world was Carol sitting by my hospital bed holding my hand. After a full day at the medical centre she had got on a ferry and made her way to the hospital to make sure I was OK and to help in any way she could.
That is why there will never be another. That’s why all those of us fortunate to have her as our doctor wait for her to come home each time she goes away. It’ll be at least three years, but it’ll be worth the wait. We all wish you God speed.