It's spring and everything's blooming except me. To make matters worse, wherever I look, I see eggs: Easter eggs, chocolate eggs, bunnies in baskets atop Cadbury eggs. It's a conspiracy. I wouldn't be so paranoid if the holidays didn't remind me of my own eggs, the ones in my fallopian tubes. Unlike Mother Nature who is working overtime, my reproductive system is on strike.
To fundamentally engage the American public in the future of the health care delivery system, we need to see value through their eyes as people endeavor to live their lives to the fullest, despite limitations. This can best be achieved by putting quality of life measures on the same level with quality of health measures to truly drive health system change.