This has been the worst year of my life medically.
In the span of months, I was diagnosed with breast cancer, underwent a double mastectomy, required revision surgery, developed a post-surgical infection, and found myself hospitalized when I thought I was supposed to be recovering.
At the same time, my daughter began experiencing episodes of idiopathic anaphylaxis that sent us to emergency departments, specialists' offices, imaging appointments, and follow-up visits that seemed to multiply faster than we could attend them.
My son has lived his entire life with a rare autoimmune condition that requires ongoing monitoring by a team of specialists. Thankfully, this has been the healthiest year he has ever had, thanks to a recently approved medication. It was fortunate timing. Between my health and my daughter's, there wasn't much bandwidth left for anyone else's medical crisis.
This year has been measured in appointment reminders, lab results, imaging reports, discharge instructions, and insurance authorizations.
