Jack has been blessed for the past five years with Dr. Zernzach, a developmental pediatrician at Wright-Pat Air Force Base Hospital. Dr. Z diagnosed Jack and has met with him every six months since. He's answered countless questions, worked the system to get Jack the services he needs, and encouraged and cheered Jack on as he has made progress. When we were at the hospital seeing to Jack's foot injury, we saw Dr. Z across the atrium, and Jack said, "Dr. Zernzach is my favorite doctor."
So, of course, the Air Force is transferring Jack's favorite doctor to a base in Texas, to an administrative job in which he will not see patients.
No one, including Dr. Z, is happy about this. But that's the military for you: take someone who has amazing gift in one job and give him a different job that he doesn't want in a place he doesn't want to live. Yep. That's an awesome way to use taxpayer dollars to build morale and quality medical care.
Cynicism is smoke rising from the ashes of burned-out dreams.
Of course, I'm melodramatic in my disappointment. I know that Dr. Z will do a great job in whatever position he finds himself. I know that he will continue to advocate for quality patient services because he's a doctor and an officer and a gentleman of integrity. And in a few years, he can retire to private practice and do what he loves: see patients. I wish him all the best and send with him my undying gratitude for all he has done for Jack and for us.
We could transfer Jack's care off base to Dayton Children's, but the wait to see a developmental pediatrician there is l-o-n-g. Jack will be seen by Dr. Z's replacement in September, as per his regular schedule. But this also means that we cannot start Jack on attention medication until October (his teachers do not want him starting them at the beginning of the school year as their experience with that has not been good).
This delay frustrates me and George, mainly because it took us so long to work up the courage and conviction necessary to give meds a try and now we have to wait. At least we have health care; at least we have access to a major medical center that staffs developmental pediatricians; at least we'll get there eventually with the meds. Trying to look on the bright side, here. But it's hard.
After all, this is our son we're talking about.