My column always spans the gamut of subjects from light humor to heartwarming stories to gripes about life. This column is of the third type. I saw something this week on a TV show that Allison and I regularly watch that made me upset. Very upset.
The show is Royal Pains on the USA network. We tune in every week during the summer as a fun distraction and also to get a peek at some of the fantastic houses that exist where the show takes place – The Hamptons in Long Island, New York. The series is about a man who, through the prodding of his brother, becomes a concierge doctor for the rich and famous who spend the warm weather months at the more posh end of the 80-mile bit of land I call home. The show has been running for at least four years now, and as you can imagine, that’s one heck of a lot of different medical issues. If you combine that with the fact that people seem to unbelievably and literally drop like flies when this doctor, named Hank, is around, then you have the potential to bring to light many diseases which the public might be misinformed about or ignorant of.