Happy Birthday Son

Happy Birthday to my son, born on this day a few years ago with an unusual birth defect, with one of the worst hospitals in the nation looking after him, died three weeks later of a hospital-born infection. Ever since then January has been a black time for me. I'm not going to be at my best for the next month. Sorry.

If I ever find the strength of will to blog about my experiences with the American health care system, be warned. I have very, very seldom experienced a case where the words "good" and "doctor" belong in the same sentence.