Funny how just when you think you understand something, life has a way of challgenging what you think you know.
Within the last month a sudden change in my vision has given me a whole new perspective on health care. As a family member of patients who’ve been hospitalized for very serious conditions a number of times, I’ve seen it all. Good, heads up medical care in fine facilities, and lackluster performance, less that sterile conditions, not to mention downright mistakes in health care settings trumpeted as some of the best in the world. Doesn’t make sense — you’d like to think the best hospitals would be the best in everything.
In my own case, I went to my local ophthalmologist first, to be examined and told that he couldn’t see anything but also couldn’t say what was causing my very definite vision loss. A symptom they could measure readily enough, but could not explain. Naturally being the informed patient and activist that I am, I took matters into my own hands and called on the best to be had… in Boston but known through all the world.
October is a month that’s always been near and dear to my heart. There are some special anniversaries to start the month, my two daughters were born on the 3rd and the 11th, my only god-daughter on the 24th. I met the love of my life at a Columbus Day party held by friends. And of course it’s the last truly beautiful month of the year with all the incredible reds and yellows and oranges against a clear, vibrantly blue sky that’s unique to the season.
