Meet Dr. Dave Hollensbe. I just always call him “Doc”. Doc is a big fan of words like “hyperoxaluria” and “lithogenic”. With his tongue firmly planted in his cheek, the Doc says “big words and doctor talk makes me feel so smart.” He needn’t waste so much energy convincing me. I already knew he was deeply sagacious. See what I did there in your honor, big guy?
In all seriousness, Dave Hollensbe is both knowledgeable and prudent. He’s a brilliant Urologist to whom I owe the last four kidney stone free years, the only 4 in a row of my entire adult life. He’s a beast breaking rocks up with a laser too. Also, his wise and timely aid is largely responsible for saving the life of my Dad, who became quite ill a few years back.
Doc is the father of three adult sons he’s crazy about and the husband of Teresa, a wife he quite clearly adores. He’s a faithful Catholic man with a tough looking exterior, but try as he might with his quick wit and sarcasm, he’s unable to hide from this particular patient that underneath lies a teddy bear.
When my oldest college boy had a kidney stone incident a year or two ago, Dr. Hollensbe rang my cellphone and asked to talk to the kid while we were on the highway (from the Cincy ER) and headed home– to tell my Nick to come by his office at 7am the next morning. We later found out it was his day off. I can’t imagine how many of his urologic oncology patients and their families who have been treated with similar kindness over the years.
Rumor has it that Doc is a big fan of both golf and cigars…and he knows how to work the beads on a rosary. Here are two things I know for sure. First, for the generous and compassionate human being that he is, I truly love this man. Second, If the old song holds true and “they’ll know we are Christians by our love”, then this guy, Dave, is going to be convicted.
Hate your luck, Doc. 🙂