I just published another story on my blog at Steemit. The story refers to my brother’s brush with death when he was nine years old. He had severe heart disease. One hospital refused to treat him. St. Francis Hospital, in Roslyn, New York accepted him as a transfer patient. The physicians at St. Francis saved his life.
I think my story is a commentary on the fragility of life and on the importance of seeking care at a topnotch medical facility.
I was five when my brother had his crisis. Everything was clear to me as it unfolded back then. All of us knew, my siblings and I, that my brother might die. Although he came out of his acute crisis that first night, he struggled for months to overcome the heart disease that had plagued him for years.
My brother’s struggle became part of my developing psyche. I don’t think I would be the person I am today without having gone through that early trauma. While I was just a witness to my brother’s struggle, in a family there is no such thing. Each person is part of the event.
If you feel like checking out my story on Steemit, please do. The story doesn’t talk about my brother so much. It deflects the panic of the moment onto an attending physician, who goes through a life-altering crisis of his own.
Thanks for reading my blog.