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Hating Your Life Isn’t Always the Best Reason for Changing It
This photo, taken just a few months ago while I was on a cruise through the Caribbean, seemed to be a visual example of what I had been living for at least two years.
This incredible scene of the sun rising behind a storm at sea illustrates that as bad as life might have been, as challenging as negotiating the storm might have been, there truly is a brighter life if only the rains could be weathered.
I hated my life. Our small business had been in the final throes of existence. For as much as we tried to “fight the good fight” to bring quality care and compassionate medical care to our patients, we were stymied at every turn. Government, insurance companies, health care systems seemed to conspire against us (and all independent practices) to do not only what was morally and ethically right by our patients….they made it financially impossible.
As sad as it was to separate from the wonderful patients we tried to serve, it was the right thing to do. My spouse now serves military vets who seek medical care from the Veteran’s Administration. In this, he not only is bringing his considerable medical knowledge and skill to an overlooked and and underserved group of patients, he is helping to alleviate some of the stress from other physicians and staff who have shouldered the burden of treating a…
