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    God’S Man: The Tales of a Reluctant Doctor
    God’S Man: The Tales of a Reluctant Doctor
    God’S Man: The Tales of a Reluctant Doctor
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    God’S Man: The Tales of a Reluctant Doctor

    By Alfred Scherer

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    Dr. Alfred Scherers path to his true self and calling was not an easy one. His childhood was one of struggle, both personal and physical. Soon, the small, weak child learned to flex his intellectual muscles and curiosity. When a dedicated high school biology teacher took the bright young man under his wing, Alfreds potential took flight. He followed his destiny to become a healer.

    When he heard a still, small voice in his head, he knew his life was about to change.

    He followed that internal guidance and soon, with Gods help and support, became a doctor. Gods Man: The Tales of a Reluctant Doctor shares the story of Alfreds life, education, love, and career. During his four decades working in hospitals and small towns, he wrestled to forge productive relationships with other doctors and the medical-political system and all its minions. His was an adventure into saving lives, as well as a journey into understanding himself and his relationship with God. His memoir details how God directed his life and created a success out of imminent disaster.

    Alfreds story is proof that out of the turmoil is born a man who comes to understand himself.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisheriUniverse
    Release dateNov 12, 2012
    ISBN9781475961829
    God’S Man: The Tales of a Reluctant Doctor
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    Alfred Scherer

    Ten years before publishing his first book, Dr. Alfred Scherer retired after forty years as a physician. He received his MD from Kansas University in 1957. He had two papers published in the Kansas State Medical Journal. He and his wife have two adopted children. His family lives in Morton, Texas.

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      God’S Man - Alfred Scherer

      Copyright © 2012 by Alfred Scherer, MD.

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      ISBN: 978-1-4759-6180-5 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4759-6181-2 (hc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4759-6182-9 (ebk)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2012921355

      iUniverse rev. date: 11/08/2012

      Contents

      Chapter 1 God’s Plan for a Life of Science

      Chapter 2 How God Solved My Medical Problems

      Chapter 3 Medical School Was Scary

      Chapter 4 An Adventure-of-a-Lifetime Practice

      Chapter 5 Enigmatic Relationships with Doctors

      Chapter 6 The Fight Within

      Chapter 7 A Home and a Family

      Chapter 1

      God’s Plan for a Life of Science

      I am an old man. I practiced medicine for forty years and have been retired for ten years. During the last year of my practice, I was asked to see a particular patient. It was always my practice to do a standard exam of the patient and not neglect any procedure, starting at the head and examining from there. The first thing that I usually did was to examine the cranial nerves. In order to do this, I had the patient follow my finger with her eyes.

      In this particular case, the patient could not follow my finger. There was a third nerve palsy, which affects the eye. This was very alarming.

      The third nerve goes through a meningeal notch as it travels to the muscles of the eye. Pressure in the brain squeezes the nerve, causing palsy.

      I immediately contacted a neurosurgeon, and the patient was taken to surgery, during which an epidural brain abscess was found.

      The patient was young and had a family; the surgery saved her life. If that were the only success that I had ever had, it would have been worth my entire career. So now at age seventy-five, I look back and ask, was it worth it?

      It all started in my youth. I was raised going to church. Very early, I realized that left to my own devices, I did things and thought things that were very bad. I was fortunate because a teacher in a children’s meeting at church camp explained to me how I could handle my inner self. She told me, People need their black heart changed. If you confess and repent, you will be forgiven and given the power to live properly.

      I asked my mother all about this. My mother went to my teacher and said, Alfred is spiritually hungry. Give him a chance to repent. I recognized that this was exactly what I needed. I put her solution into effect, and I met the lover of my being, who forgave me and enabled me to live my life with success.

      You can listen to preachers, and they have a lot to say. The real truth is that success comes from confession, repentance, and forgiveness. I used to think that was easy, but over the years, I have found this is difficult for most people. My friends like to say that they sin all the time, and God forgives them. I never understood that. When I repented, I made an agreement that I would turn from my wicked ways and chart a new direction. The truth is that when God changed my heart, he gave me the power to resist sin. It always has seemed to me that I was bragging when I stated that I did not sin, so when confronted by my friends, I merely kept quiet. I never could understand their situation. When they repented, were they sincere when they agreed to change their ways? Why did they not use the power that a changed heart gave them?

      I have always thought that I was forced to be a Christian. Basically, I had no other options. My life was very fragile; it hung on a thread. I was born without one small messenger from my hypothalamus called gonadotropin releasing hormone. This produced a lack of physical development. I was the smallest, weakest person in my age group. I know now what was (and is) wrong with me, but when I was a child, the doctors really had no clue.

      They decided to give me a shot once a week of APL anterior pituitary like hormone, and I took series after series of these for the first seventeen years of my life. All it did was make me terrified of shots.

      I basically ended up with three severe problems: I had asthma; I was small and slow to develop; and my urogenital tract was underdeveloped so I wet the bed. In my youth, I did not know my bedwetting was due to that lack of messenger from the hypothalamus. It made me feel very, very inferior. I prayed and prayed but never got any verbal answer until I was seventeen. My asthma was solved at the age of fourteen.

      I seemed to make up for my lack in physical ability with my success in school. My mother taught me to read and write before I started kindergarten. She used to take me on her lap with a book, and we would read a page. Then she’d take a paper and tear a hole in it—this was the way she presented words on the page, and I would identify them. I did very well in school. I was fascinated with science and with chemistry, in particular. My scholarly success was not popular with my classmates. My verbal success did not do well for me, because verbal debate ended in physical violence. As a young person, I learned early in life that Gandhi was correct—an encounter that ends in physical violence harms the person who resorts to the violence more than the person he physically harms.

      I was bullied. I was teased. The teasing did not bother me. I was quite articulate and could hold my own with anyone who wanted to take me on. This was not successful, however, as my peers just resorted to violence.

      I had no answer to the violence.

      In the process of being bullied, I was hit and physically thrown into a trimmed hedge. The high school principal’s assessment was that I had asked for it. My mother’s solution was that if I would bloody some noses, the bullying would stop. At twelve years old and in the seventh grade in the high school, I decided that neither the principal nor my mother was correct. I decided that I could decide for myself and realized that I had no help.

      The bullies subjected me to violence until I burst out in uncontrollable crying. At the time, I thought this was a great defect, and I was totally ashamed that I broke down. I know now that it was a good thing and helped preserve my personality

      I was born in Chicago. My father was transferred there because of the Depression. He migrated from Germany when he was twenty. My father had his heart changed in Germany, in a small Brethren church in Waldorf.

      My father was the best Christian I have ever known. I have never known him to do anything wrong. He had built a house in Kansas City, and we returned there when I was seven years old. My parents put my brother and me in a Lutheran school in Kansas City, just a few blocks from where we lived. I went there my second and third grade years. There were only two of us in the second and later the third grade.

      Dad believed that children should have responsibility. He thought they needed some livestock. We did not have cattle, but we did have goats. My mother thought that goat milk was superior to regular milk. We kept the goats in the building that later became the garage. Dad raised a garden. He would have probably planted fruit trees on the front lawn if Mom had let him. I hated the garden, only because I had allergies, and the gnats got in my eyes, and my eyes swelled shut. We lived a block south of Forty-Third Street. Four blocks south of this was the border to the country. Five blocks west of our house was the border to the country. Dad farmed the vacant lot next to our house, and I was the prime weed puller. Later, Dad bought the lot and built another house for Mom. It was her dream house.

      I took my wagon around the neighborhood and sold the excess produce from our garden. With the proceeds, I bought my first bicycle.

      I was small, though, and could not reach the pedals very well. It took me forever to learn how to ride the bike. My son later just got on a bicycle and rode off. It took him about ten seconds to learn. In later years I discovered that my performance IQ was only 100, and it probably was the reason I had trouble learning to ride a bike. It also took me twenty hours to solo in an airplane. My friends sure kidded me about it.

      When I was in the fourth grade, my parents took us out of the Lutheran school and placed us in the public schools. My brother was in the seventh grade and went to the high school. I attended the grade school.

      It was right across the street from the medical school and five blocks from my home. It was quite a shock to go into a room full of students in the same grade, as there were only two in my grade in the Lutheran school.

      From that time on, my brother and I were separated in our schooling.

      When he entered the sophomore year in high school, he went to Central in McPherson, Kansas. That was a church school that had high school and junior college combined.

      I then attended grade school in Kansas City. During one period, penmanship was taught. The third-grade teacher came into our room to conduct the class. She came to my desk and looked at my writing. I had learned how to write from my mother. In my writing, I closed the loop of the p, and I put points on the structure of the u. She had a fit. That is not how you should write, she scolded me. I am going to give you a failing grade. I cried all the way home. When I was in the first grade the teacher tried to teach me how to print. I was confused. I told her I did not write that way, and my mother did not write that way. She asked me how I wrote, so I showed

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