Your article on John Pekkanen and his book, M.D.: Doctors Talk About Themselves, makes me wonder why anyone would want to go into medicine these days (PEOPLE, Jan. 9). Doctors range in character from altruistic heroes to unscrupulous charlatans. As patients, we risk our lives and health merely choosing a doctor. How fortunate I am to have for my family a competent physician who is always there when we need him. After working in a health-care environment for three years, I can see how greed can easily overcome ethics and good intentions. Congratulations to John Pekkanen on a brilliant book.
As a doctor’s wife, I get so frustrated by the lack of public understanding of medicine. If the people of our great country could spend one day in my husband’s shoes, experience the heartache, frustration, lack of family life and downright exhaustion, maybe they would realize doctors are people too.
I was fascinated with the work John Pekkanen shared in his book. But now do this: Multiply the number of practicing doctors by several hundred, multiply the frustration, grief and fear they experience by several thousand, and reduce their lowest salary to a mere fraction. What do you have? Nurses.
Shannon Woods, R.N.
Your article on Prince Ludwig and his “Hash Princess” Isabelle was touching. It shows that despite position, nobility, countless soirées and a life many would envy, money does not make for fairy-tale endings.
Tracy Angela Lennon
PICKS & PANS
Jeff Jarvis and I rarely agree, but his plea for viewers to watch CBS really hit home. This network has some of the best shows I have ever seen (Beauty and the Beast especially). I am sick of Nielsen numbers dictating what people watch. Turn on CBS and find some quality viewing. Nice going, Jeff.
Dorothy A. Cestaro
I was amused by Arsenio Hall comparing himself to Johnny Carson. Similar life experiences do not a star make. After all, I’ve been fat and I’ve been skinny. I’ve been married, divorced and remarried. I’ve been gorgeous and I’ve been dumpy. I’ve had a few operations and I’ve taken a few pills. But I ain’t no Elizabeth Taylor. And Arsenio, you ain’t Johnny Carson.
Valley Stream, N.Y.
I must respond to the letters of outrage about the Krushed Kitty article. There was a time when I had nine cats, seven of which I found abandoned. I first saw the Krushed Kitty a few months ago and I thought it was adorable. The thought never entered my mind that it was cruel because it’s so obviously a joke. C’mon, people, lighten up.