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168 Becoming a Patient wouldn’t ask. They were just waiting for him to tell them. After he was hospitalized, people started to come forward and ask. But the staff wouldn’t answer. It might have been their denial, too, even though the guy had lost thirty pounds and looked like hell. In fact, Stuart continued, this hospitalized doctor went so far as to lie to everyone about being sick. ‘‘He denied all this: ‘Why do people keep thinking I have AIDS?’ He had been hospitalized for CMV, a fairly AIDS- specific opportunistic infection.’’ Patients, sensing implicit norms and taboos, may reveal their concerns only indirectly. Ronald, the suburban radiologist with HIV, reported, ‘‘People have said things without asking. One woman said, ‘Doctor, I’m so glad: you look so much better. We were really worried that something really bad was going on!’ ’’ Here again, this case elucidates broader issues: that patients may know or suspect a physician’s illness, but feel that unstated professional-client rules deny them the right to possess that in- formation, or even to broach the topic. Patients acquire their own sense of professional norms, even if physicians do not explicitly communicate or instill these. Patients want to feel they can depend on their doctors, and generally desire to establish long-term relationships with providers. They wish to assume their physician is healthy, and can’t quite imagine he or she is not. Indeed, when Stuart retired to teach, he sent a letter to patients to inform them of his HIV. Many utterly misconstrued the message. I wrote a letter to introduce the subject that three months later, I’d be leaving, and that my associate was going to take over. . . . I thought: the next question they’re all going to ask is ‘‘What are you going to do next?’’ So I just wrote that I’m going to retire, spend more time relaxing and traveling, and . . . spending some time teaching at the university. In my mind, that meant that I was going to be volunteering . . . to teach. Almost universally, that phrase got interpreted as ‘‘He is a professor at the university now. He doesn’t have weekend call.’’ They did not scratch their heads over this forty-five-year-old guy going from working ten to twelve hours a day to sitting in a cabana with a lemonade. They answered the question themselves by filling in the teaching at the university as a full-time job, with some free time to travel. . . . They’d ask, ‘‘Can we still come and see you there?’’ I’d say, ‘‘Well, I won’t be seeing patients.’’ I found it easier not to challenge their concept of what