Dreams

Last night I dreamt that I took Betty to a large conference of doctors.  She and I stood on stage while questions were asked of her.  I did the answering because her voice was too soft.  We were given a folder and told that it was private;  the doctors were not allowed to see it.  This seemed so unfair to me.  What if the folder contained information that could have cured Betty?  So, as we walked out, I tucked the folder under my arm and we went in search of her doctor.  Naturally, my dream didn't have an end .... we didn't find her doctor.

I think it was an indication of the thoughts that have run in the back of my mind.  As I recall, Betty was 47 when she was first diagnosed with type 2 diabetes.  She was diligent about blood testing, food preparation and counting "portions" which was the method of that time.  She had a couple of hospitalisations when the blood tests were too high, where they adjusted her medication, checked on her food and made her walk the corridors of the hospital for exercise.  For the next 30 years, nothing else was done except for regular blood tests, yet her kidneys were slowly and  irrevocably damaged.

Forgive me for thinking of myself and Steve, but we don't want to do nothing but have blood tests for the next 30 years.  We need to know what we should do instead.  I need to know what possibilities, if any, were not offered to Betty.  I guess that's what underlies my "doctor's conference" dream.

By the way, Marion tells me that she has trouble reading when I use RED.  Anyone else?

 

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