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|Mon, 12-05-2011 - 8:23pm|
I have been happily married for twelve years, (or so I thought) until I found myself in the arms of my daughters'doctor, who has been our family gp for the last seven years. My daughter was born with severe disabilities and I had told my doctor how I felt about him about four years ago. The feeling was mutual, but nothing could be done about it, as we were both in long term marriages and he was our family gp. Before our family went overseas for six weeks, I found myself in his arms telling him how much I loved him in an appointment. The scary thing was, he didn't push me away. It is now a pretty good memory, actually.
This doctor had provided support in saving my daughters life when she was three months old.