My joy for today is modern medicine.
Have you ever taken a tiny pill and received long-awaited relief from a major ailment? My husband takes cholesterol medicine, I take allergy medicine, my son takes reflux medicine, and my two other children take multivitamins. Recently, dear friends of ours took their daughter to a children’s hospital to have a defect in her heart corrected. Through a small tube inserted in her thigh, the doctors inserted a tiny titanium mesh piece into her heart and she was home the same evening. I had heart surgery as a teenager to correct a heart arrhythmia, and two of my children were born via cesarean section. Modern medicine touches our lives daily.
The list of ways that my family and I have been healed by modern medical interventions could go on and on. If you live in America, I am sure your family could say the same. We take a tiny pill, we live for a few more years because our heart is cleaner. We take a tiny pill, we stop sneezing and our eyes stop watering. It is simply amazing. My baby is having some tests done to make sure he is as healthy as possible. We will have visits to a medical “city” to fully investigate what happens in his little body.
In so many, or actually most, countries around the world, children die of simple ailments like diarrhea or the common cold. Dehydration, lack of clean water, and hunger are daily concerns for millions. There are children dying every minute of things that could be easily handled by a walk though this medical city’s emergency room. I dread walking through the doors with my baby tomorrow, as I cannot stand to relinquish control of him to anyone or to see him in any pain or discomfort. Of course, I also worry intensely about the results and find the entire experience unpleasant. However, I must try and remember that the ability to visit this place is a privilege shared by less than one percent of the world.
When I had heart surgery as a teenager, of course my mom was with me every minute, which I took for granted. Tomorrow, the gift of walking through those doors with my mom by my side, making me laugh, taking care of the details of the morning, and supporting me every minute while I take care of my baby, is the greatest privilege of all, and this time, I do not take it for granted.