Mom's rescue turns quest

White Rock - The Editor, This past weekend, my son called me. He was complaining about a sore throat and chills so severe that I could hardly make out his cry for help through the sound of his chattering teeth."Mom," he stuttered, "I don't feel well. I called work, and they mentioned that I need a doctor's note."I immediately stopped what I was doing, and set aside my selfish plans for the day. After all, that is what a mother would do.I ventured into Richmond from White Rock, making a quick stop to purchase various feel-good items such as chicken soup, bread, and juice.I made my way to his house, asking him to be ready, as we would make a quick run to the medical clinic to have him examined, as well as satisfying his superior with a doctor's note.When I drove into the driveway, my son greeted me, and he did not look well.He was feverish and lethargic. What would be a quick run to the clinic turned out to be a quest.We drove to one medical clinic after another - eight in total.I was appalled to find that every clinic was closed. This was not a midnight run to the doctors, but a two in the afternoon on a Saturday visit.After several hours of driving around, we had managed to find one clinic open.I cannot believe the audacity of having only one clinic open for the number of people in Richmond.My question is, why are the clinics all closed when they should be open until eight in the evening? No wonder your hospital is so busy. Where else are people going to go for treatment, even if it's a simple thing as having the comfort of a doctor mentioning that you have the flu or retrieving a doctor's note for an unconcerned boss.Medical clinics should work together with hospitals and help with the backlog.Therefore, have clinics open seven days a week until 8 p.m. Then maybe the hospitals would be free to attend to the more severe cases, and it would give comfort to the less severe cases.Jacqueline DaudetWhite Rock