During my four month stay in the hospital, he became my friend, often sharing his coffee break or lunch with me as we talked about -- stuff. He asked me to visit other patients to try and lift their spirits which I did.
The day I checked out to go home, he came to my room to visit one last time. He placed his hand on my shoulder, gave me a hug, and as he stood, I could see he was too emotional to speak. Instead, he slapped my bare belly and whisked out leaving me with a "pink belly" that lasted a week.
We stayed in touch these last twelve years since my amputations. I will never forget what he did for me and my wife, Carol.
Dr. Tom, the world will miss you. Thank you for saving my life.
My wife Carol had this to say:
I am very sad today. Our friend Dr. Thomas Bajo died in a kayaking accident on Monday. Without Dr. Bajo my husband Jeff would probably not be with us.
He was my rock when Jeff was in a coma for three weeks. I saw him nearly every day for the four months Jeff was hospitalized. I will never forget all that he did for Jeff and for me.