Dr. Neville Solomon

My son had been tired and pale for weeks, and our local doctor couldn't figure it out. We were really scared. Dr. Solomon listened to everything, even the small stuff I thought was silly to mention. He ordered a specific blood test other doctors hadn't, and it turned out to be a rare type of anemia. He explained it to us in simple terms, drew diagrams on his notepad, and made a clear plan. We're still managing it, but at least we know what we're fighting.

Our daughter needed her tonsils out. Honestly, I was more nervous than she was. Dr. Solomon walked us through the whole thing the week before, so there were no surprises. The day of, he popped his head in before the surgery just to say hello and crack a little joke with her. The procedure itself was straightforward, and she recovered exactly like he said she would. It was a relief to have something go so smoothly.

The parking at Apollo was a nightmare that morning—totally full. By the time we got to the clinic, my toddler was fussy and I was flustered. The receptionist saw us, gave me a knowing smile, and found some crayons for him right away. The nurse who took his vitals was so patient, even when he didn't want to cooperate. The whole place just felt calm, which helped me calm down too. Dr. Solomon was great, but the team around him really made a tough morning easier.

What I remember most is how Dr. Solomon talked to my son, not just to me. He got down on his level, asked him about his school and his cartoons. My boy was shy and hiding behind my legs at first, but by the end, he was showing the doctor his toy car. It made all the difference. You can tell he genuinely likes kids and knows how to make them feel safe. That kind of trust is everything when your child is sick.