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13 June 2002

"From the sublime to the ridiculous." I think that pretty much describes my work day today. You couldn't really get any more distant extremes.

The day started on a somber note. I had a meeting with Dr. G's wife, Birdie. She was hoping to enlist my help (she was successful) with a project she has just undertaken. I don't know how much publicity this story has received, but not enough.

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They suffer from a metabolic condition called "Sanfilippo Syndrome," a disorder that usually kills its victims before they reach the age of 20. The body lacks the enzyme needed to break down sugar. The incomplete broken down sugars remain stored in their bodies causing progressive damage to their brains, heart, muscles, etc. Sanfilippo Syndrome is a rare disorder and the children usually only live to be 10-15 years old.

There is no known cure and only an experiment treatment, performed by only one hospital in the country (at Duke University). It is too late for Ciara already. The disease is too advanced, and additionally, as a result, she has suffered some mental retardation.

But Tommy and Hunter have a chance, if they can be accepted into the program and receive treatment.

The problem? Obviously, the cost. It will cost more than $1 million for the treatment alone, and then the costs connected to their convalescence, which will also be substantial. Not surprisingly, their insurance company has denied them coverage.

Birdie's committee has formed to work with the family (which has started Ciara's Foundation ( in attempting to get the word of the children's plight out to the national media. I said I'd be willing to do what I can to get the word out. I don't have any special connections, but thanks to my work for Steve over the past couple of years, I have a lot of chutzpa and I don't mind calling anybody to give them the information.

As a mother who knows what it is like to lose children too soon, my heart goes out to these parents. Our children died suddenly and we had the joy of their presence until the fateful day(s). These parents have to spend every moment knowing that their time with their children is limited. I can't even begin to imagine their pain.

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After Birdie left, we had our patients for the afternoon. It was a red letter day for me. I know this must sound terrible, but it is a first, and so it was important to me. We had a new patient, a somewhat large woman, who was coming in to establish with Dr. G. One of my jobs is to record the relevant information on the chart and this was the very first time in about 10 years that I can remember taking information like this on someone who weighed more than I do. She doesn't weigh more than I did, so I'm certainly not going to feel smug about it, but it's so rare for me to look at a weight and know that I weigh less. I'm more accustomed to looking at a bulky linebacker or a heavyweight boxer and realize that I outweigh him!

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But the work day ended with the "ridiculous" part. I believe I've mentioned that Dr. G's particular specialty is peri–menopause and menopause. He deals with all aspects of these middle years, not strictly hot flashes and osteoporosis. Lately he seems to be seeing a lot more patients with low libido and he seems to be doing a lot more sex counseling. (It certainly makes his chart notes a heck of a lot more interesting than the psychiatrist's!)

This evening he came out after the last patient left. He had a little twinkle in his eye and said "I have a job which is right up your alley. I need you to look for web sites for me." He's right. That's definitely right up my alley, and not really his, as he's only marginally computer savvy. What am I looking for? Tasteful sites where one can buy vibrators.

You'll pardon me if I don't write any more. I think I'm going to be...uh...occupied this evening.

I wonder if I should charge him for the time I spend searching.....


Quote of the Day

Compassion and pity are very different. Whereas compassion reflects the yearning of the heart to merge and take on some of the suffering, pity is a controlled set of thoughts designed to assure seperateness. Compassion is the spontaneous response to love; pity, the involuntary reflex of fear."

-Ram Dass and Paul Gorman (from "How Can I Help")


Picture of the Day

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I didn't really have time to do much about a photo today--this is a drawing I found on the net,
and then I played around with a fancy frame.

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