How many times did  Frank Sinatra have a good-bye tour.  Ditto share, She is on a perpetual “final tour.”

I know I said good-bye.  I would wake up days and regret it. And I would wake up days relieved. 

But on Friday, I got the news my most beloved Doctor and loyal followers of this blog had died. 

I had paused the send part of this. I could not seem to get it up. But I just had to write. And  somehow Instagram would not do this justice. So, I actually did something I had been threatening myself to do, threat might be strong, pushing myself to do. I Substacked it. 

And in all honesty Substack is a great way to write. You are up against a gazillion  people and super famous people. And it’s a Coachcellea of writing. Bands playing really loud all at the same time. But I got it up and I got it out. And it was like finding that part of me I had shoved in a drawer.

Then I felt guilty, well, I’d written for all these Substack followers, Don’t get impressed I don’t have that many, but it’s growing.

And my long game is I would like to end up there. I can podcast there, I can do longer videos there. It even edits my long videos down to one minute using AI and taking all the meat out and leaving my fluff behind. 

If you do follow me  there, please stay, it will be my longterm home if I can pull it off. But this will always be my first house. 

And in terms of Ed, this is what he followed.  And I would often get a note back  encouraging me. Liking what I said. Sometimes adding his POV.  And it was always such a welcome smile in my inbox. 

So, even though I wrote this on Friday.  Ed, this was where you read me. And your death lured me back here.

I miss you so already. But at least lets let all my longtime readers, know who you were and how very much you meant to me. 

And if you want to follow me on SUBSTACK the place is   https://substack.com/@traceyjackson

Everyone has a love of a lifetime. A dog of a lifetime. A book of a lifetime. Maybe sometimes a kid of a lifetime. And often we have a Doctor of a lifetime.

Mine was the magnificent Doctor Edward Liu.

There was nobody like him. For decades he was one of the most successful OBGYN’s in Los Angeles.

Along with the success came a form of doctor worship the likes of which no doctor I have I’ve ever known has been the recipient of,

I met Ed in 1990 when I was pregnant with my first child. I had been told by one of LA’s then, hotshot Dr’s of the moment that the pregnancy was unviable. I should stop taking my prenatal vitamins and wait for an early miscarriage.

I left the office in tears and called a friend crying hysterically, this could not be true. She said, “listen you have to see Ed Liu, he’s the best there is. And not only that, I have researched him and he’s the only doctor I could find with no malpractice suits against him.” She was a lawyer.

I called his office and he saw me the next day. A habit he would keep for his entire career. And his office was always packed.

He made me feel instantly at ease. You know when you look into a face and you just feel it’s okay, this person has me covered.

He said, “look, we never know exactly when you conceived. You could be two weeks less pregnant than you think. You could be more. My guess is less. I’m not even going to look for anything today. No sonogram. Nothing. Your bloods are good. Go home. Take your prenatal vitamins. Live your life. Try not to worry.” A suggestion he would learn was impossible for me, but we were new to each other.

He continued, “unless you have extreme pain or start to bleed, I don’t want to see you for five weeks. Come back and my feeling is, I’m not promising, but my feeling is, there is a healthy fetus in there.”

I did exactly what he said, as I would for the next thirty five years. And he was right. Nine months later I gave birth to an almost eight pound baby girl.

He was my doctor and my friend from that point on. He appears all through my book, Between a Rock and a Hot Place.

We would have dinner with him and his beloved wife Cam. He loved a great meal.

Through his updates I would follow the progress of his two beloved daughters, Courtney and Ashley – from high school, to college, over the top weddings and grandchildren. He was so proud of them and I had never heard a father love and adore their children more than he did.

He waltzed me through a birth, an abortion, a miscarriage and menopause. And a few scares along the way. I felt safer knowing he was always there.

He was the Doctor love of my life. And one of my favorite people ever. Ever. Ever.

My last communication with him was January 10th during the LA fires.

I knew one of his girls had a house in the Palisades. She was the first person I thought of when I heard the village had burned down. I emailed him and said, “did her house make it through?” He wrote back “Destroyed. They are living with us. xxx Ed.”

His office just sent out a mass email saying, “he passed away February 16th, after courageously battling cancer.”

But for how long? He was treating us both. Taylor had eventually ended up with the doctor who delivered her as her doctor. Throughout his own health battle he never uttered a word about it. That was Ed Liu, patients always first.

He will be beyond missed by all of us who were lucky enough to call him our doctor for much of our lives. But my heart breaks for his family. Cam, the girls, their kids.

But I feel blessed he was in  my life for thirty-five years.

The video is one I did sixteen years ago in a series I did called 50@50. The topic is sex after 50 and is it the same as sex at thirty.

Take five minutes and watch it. You will learn something and be totally amused. And get a chance to see the great Ed Liu.

I loved you Ed. Now go rest in peace. And thank you for everything.

Especially Taylor. And all the laughs

This is a did of Ed for my 50@50 series.  The topic is Sex after 50!

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