D.C. is a great place to live
Washington, D.C. is a great place to live if you're sick. Or an activist. A public servant. A nonprofit board member. Pregnant. A mom. I've been all of these duing my 6 years here, and I have to say, it's worked out pretty well. (Except for the months I spent pregnant riding on the Metro. Will you able-bodied working adults PLEASE take pity on a nauseated and/or 7-ton pregnant woman and give up your seat already? I always did, before I entered this weirdness that is pregnancy and new motherhood, with baby attached. Ever balanced an infant and a briefcase? Many of you have, and you know EXACTLY what I mean about riding the Metro with so many of our closest friends.) But I digress.
Today I just want to bask in the bliss that is a major metropolitan area, with major metropolitan hospitals. When I first suspected that I had cancer, lo these many (what? only two?) months ago, I had a choice of where to go to be treated. A choice that included George Washington University Hospital, Georgetown University Hospital, Washington Hospital Center, Innova Fairfax, Johns Hopkins, and more. As I did the reseach on the physicians and their support personnel, and the hospitals' reputations, I was amazed to discover the extent of the treatment and the research options available here. Amazed and grateful. And immensely relieved that we hadn't made that big move out to the ex-urbs that we'd been thinking about just a year or two ago.
Suddenly, proximity to my hospital has become more important than those wide open spaces or the view of the river that I once dreamed about. Hopefully, several years from now, the hospital will be less important. But it will always be part of my life. And D.C., I'm glad you're part of my life too.