When I was a girl, my father would sing Frank Sinatra’s song “New York, New York”. He would sing at the top of his lungs, “If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere. It’s up to you, New York, New York!” In New York City, one of the greatest cities in the world, I expected the best possible medical care. I trusted my doctors implicitly, never once thinking they might not know everything there was to know about hypothyroidism, especially the dangers of hypothyroidism and pregnancy. [Read more…]