Patients line up early outside his office just off the town square, waiting quietly for the doctor to arrive, as he has done for nearly 60 years.
Dr. Russell Dohner is, after all, a man of routine, a steady force to be counted on in uncertain times.
Wearing the fedora that has become his trademark, he walks in just before 10 a.m., after rising early to make rounds at the local hospital. There are no appointments. He takes his patients in the order they sign in first come, first served. His office has no fax machines or computers. Medical records are kept on hand-written index cards, stuffed into row upon row of filing cabinets.
The only thing that has changed, really other than the quickness of the doctors step or the color of his thinning hair is his fee. When Dohner started practicing medicine in Rushville in 1955, he charged the going rate around town for an office visit: $2.
Now it is $5.
This in an era when the cost of health care has steadily risen, when those who dont have medical insurance often forgo seeing a doctor. But not Dohners patients. He doesnt even accept medical insurance says its not worth the bother.
I always just wanted to be a doctor to help people with their medical problems, and thats all its for, the 87-year-old family physician says. It was never intended to make a lot of money.
Being a doctor, helping and providing a service that has been his goal since he was a boy.
One of seven children, Dohner grew up on a farm just north of Rushville, outside the little town of Vermont, Ill. His father had hoped hed become a farmer, too. But young Dohner had other ideas, inspired by the town doctor whod treated him when he had seizures as a child.
I remember waking up and seeing the doctor there and thinking, That is what I want to do, he says.
After serving in the Army in World War II, Dohner went to Western Illinois University, paying for his education with funds provided by the G.I. bill. In the early 1950s, he attended Northwestern Universitys medical school. He had his sights set on becoming a cardiologist and thought about staying in the big city. But when a doctor in Rushville asked him to put off his heart specialist studies to practice medicine back at home, he agreed to do so, at least for a little while.
Then that doctor left town.
So I couldnt very well leave, Dohner says. Thats just the way it worked out.
It was a sacrifice, yes. His young wife didnt want to stay in such a small town, he says, and so their marriage ended. He never remarried and instead dedicated his life to his work, only leaving this small central Illinois town for medical conferences through the years, never taking a true vacation.
Even when the medical profession changed around him, he was always on call, ready to drop everything for a patient.
Carolyn Ambrosius, now 69, recalls how her mother went to an obstetrician in Springfield when she was pregnant at age 41, a rarity back then. The doctor there told her that either shed survive or the baby would, but not both of them a prognosis her mother refused to accept.
So she went back to Rushville.
Gods going to take care of us and Dr. Dohner, Ambrosius remembers her mother saying.
And the doctor did, coming to their home each day to check on her during the pregnancy, and often staying to eat meals with the family after hed completed his exams.
Im not sure if he remembers, Ambrosius now says. (By now, the story is vaguely familiar to Dohner. Hes delivered a lot of babies in Rushville nearly the whole town, by some estimates.)
But her mother did survive. And my baby brother is now 52, Ambrosius says, standing outside Dohners office on a crisp fall day after coming in for a check-up.
Stories like that are common around this town, a quaint place with cobblestone streets around the main square and majestic old mansions, some of which have seen better days. Its the sort of place where patients give their doctor a gift or bring baked goods to say thank you. The walls of Dohners office hold items such as a homemade clock adorned with shiny beads, embroidery, cards, photos and paintings, including one of the doctor fishing, once a favorite pastime.
These days, though, it takes all his energy just to rise before 7 a.m. to head to the hospital, then to his office and back to the hospital, where the Doctors Dictating Lounge, named for his father, is set up with a desk and a cot for the occasional nap.
On Thursdays, Dohner closes his office at noon, but even then, he heads to the local nursing home to visit residents. On Sundays, he sees patients before church and stops by the hospital afterward.
Hes there, indeed, like clockwork. But as much as townspeople have grown to count on him, they also worry, as hes become increasingly frail.
Hes going to be dearly missed, not just in town but the three- or four-county area around the town, you know, because people come from all over just to him, says Robert Utter, a 37-year-old emergency medical technician whos been a patient since he was a small boy.
The doctors staff is aging, too. One of his nurses, Rose Busby, is 86. His secretary, Edith Moore, who grew up living next door to the Dohner farm, is 85.
You been here before? Moore asks many patients who step up to the office window to sign in throughout the day.
Though she may not remember everyone, shes not surprised when they answer, Yes.
Everybody in the world has been here before, she says, somehow managing to find each patients index card in the filing cabinets that run down the hallway. Theyre full, she says.
Moore is the one who collects the $5 fee when the patients leave though a few times a day, Dohner tells her never mind and tries to quietly let a few go with no charge. Patients sometimes protest.
Next time, Ill pay $20, one insists. But its clear that this patient and others are grateful, and often relieved.
Few doctors today could practice medicine the way Dohner does.
I dont hardly make enough to pay my nurses, he concedes with a chuckle.
Most of his income comes from the farm that his family still owns and that is now run by a nephew. So, although he never became a farmer, the farming life made it possible for this country doctor to maintain his practice, his way.
And he intends to keep it going as long as he possibly can.
As long as I can make it up here, Ill help if I can, says Dohner, who has no plan to retire. Medical colleagues keep a watchful, caring eye on him.
He notes that his mother lived into her mid-90s. I guess I dont know anything else to do, he says.