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Infertile patients cannot afford to wait for treatment while their eggs get older.

Dr. Sherman Silber, Infertility Center of St. Louis, is offering video consultations for patients who need to plan now for their treatment while stay-at-home orders are in place. He is talking to and evaluating patients in their home to comply with social distancing measures.

Dr. Silber is discovering that patients actually prefer this method of telemedicine consultation over the conventional office visit. Patients have conveyed that “it is so much more convenient and less stressful” to have a telemedicine personal consultation than to take a day off from work to travel to the doctor’s office and sit with other nervous patients in the waiting room.

The COVID-19 pandemic is thus changing much of the way we will do things in the future, and for the better. “Our patients are surprisingly much happier with this approach. Of course, at some point we need to perform hands on treatment. But with this new manner of seeing patients, we can come to the right diagnosis and treatment plan for most patients more efficiently, quickly, and painlessly, with no loss of personal one-on-one communication.” This is a very welcome new era of telemedicine that has been forced on us by the current difficult times.

Beauty to Protect: Alaska Fly-Out, Wild Trout, Grizzlies & Family on Lake Clark

This reflective Alaska short pairs conservation plea with pure wilderness joy. The narrator opens with a mission: to “capture the beauty we are destroying” and keep its memory alive. From the porch of historic Chilna/Chilitna Lodge on Lake Clark, a floatplane lifts father and son toward Copper River, skimming glaciers and knife-cut ranges, with Dall rams trotting ridge lines as if on level ground. After a gravel-bar landing, they drift a clear reach where rainbows stage to sip drifting salmon eggs.

The fishing is intimate and ethical: barbless flies on near-invisible leaders, a quick lift for a photo, then an immediate release. The point, he says, is contact—“you can’t feel the wild more directly than a fish on an invisible line.” Steve, the family’s master angler, coaches each cast. Chrome-bright rainbow trout cartwheel and run; underwater, their scarlet stripes glow against olive backs. The lesson is stewardship: these trout grow slowly—about an inch a year—so releasing them lets individuals survive 30–40 years and become true giants. An Arctic char—iridescent and polka-dotted—joins the tally; a sockeye (red salmon) even beaches itself in the adrenaline churn of the run.

Between hookups, the river offers theater: satiated coastal grizzlies amble the banks, powerful enough to outrun racehorses yet indifferent to people during a glut of salmon. The camera lingers on their mass and effortless grace, a reminder that coexistence is possible when food is plentiful and respect is mutual.

Back at the oldest log-cabin lodge in Alaska—storm peeling off the lake, woodfire humming—the day resolves into a family ritual of drying gear and trading stories. Sister Stevie bonds on shore while father and son share the oars; everyone, the narrator insists, is bonding with something larger still. The film closes where it began: a vow to honor wild beauty by remembering it, protecting it, and letting it go—just like the fish.