This week’s most important lesson does not involve the failure of Obamacare. There’s no lesson there. If you thought the government was capable of competently executing the roll-out of this abomination I have a timeshare deal you might want to buy into. The place overlooks a unicorn ranch; it’s awesome.
This week’s most important lesson does not involve the so-called government shutdown. Calling the furloughing of a few glorified DMV clerks and the closing of parks to war heroes a “shutdown” is a total fraud. Don’t tease me – I want to see welfare cheats going EBTless, D.C. pencil-pushers lining Pennsylvania Avenue with signs reading “Will regulate for food,” and performance artists spending their own money to buy the stuff they insert in their orifices to protest patriarchy.
No, this week’s most important lesson involves you, and it reaffirms what is best about the American character. Let’s go back about two weeks to when my wife and I faced the very real possibility that our little girl might die.
Some shadows on a routine x-ray for a healthy, happy kid can turn your world upside down in a heartbeat. One second you are in your office working and the next your wife is calling you from the doctor telling you she’s coming over to talk. As your wife tells you there might be a problem, you look through your window out to your kid laughing with your employees and try to reconcile what you’re hearing with that happy little girl.
On a battlefield, I can make things happen. In a courtroom, I can make things happen. But not when there’s a medical problem. Then you have only two kinds of power. One is knowledge; with the help of my brilliant law partner I began to learn everything I could about radiology and bone lesions.
The other is the power to control your medical care – a power we still have, at least for the moment. My insurance gives me options (and my employees too – we pay 100% of their insurance). Irina and I ensured that our doctors were the best there are, and then we proceeded to bring others in, all to figure out the answer.
It was one of two things – cancer, or essentially nothing. No middle ground.
We determined that it was almost certainly – but not absolutely certainly – a benign process. Cancer, we learned, has a look that a skilled radiologist can almost always identify on sight. But cancer is cunning – it can disguise itself. My wife and I got all this from intensive discussions with multiple doctors – I felt like I was deposing witnesses, searching for hesitation, for hedging, for doubt.