These days, if you have some time to relax and want to watch
a little television, odds are that you will find, to quote the old Bruce
Springsteen song, that there are more
than “fifty-seven channels and nothing on.”
So Barry has set up our DVR to record a number of programs so that we have things to watch when we have time. One of those programs is “CBS Sunday Morning.” A little earlier this evening we took a break and watched some of it.
Amid a number of interesting pieces was one called “B. Smith’s
Alzheimer’s Battle.” We were not familiar with this quite accomplished woman
who, with the support of her husband and undoubtedly a network of friends and
family, is doing her best to keep her life going as well as she can for as long
as she can. But when the piece really
piqued our interest is when they introduced her neuropsychologist at Mount Sinai,
Dr. Martin Goldstein, a name that should be familiar to my regular readers. He
is the doctor who ordered my first MRI and broke the news to us late that
horrible night in his small office, then put me in a wheelchair himself and
pushed me to the inpatient neurology floor for admission. He helped us to reach
a decision to pursue primary treatment for the CNS lymphoma at MSKCC, and he is
the doctor who later referred me to Heidi and has continued to follow me during
recovery. He is also the doctor with whom I need to make an appointment for
follow-up, although I suspect that will be increasingly difficult to do after
having seen this nationally televised report.
Barry and I will be forever grateful for all Dr. Goldstein has done for us. I only hope that my future follow-up visits will continued to be filled with good news.
Love,
Rebecca
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