05/27/2026
๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ โ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐ง๐๐โ.
Not to my face. On notes two doctors passed between them during a family meeting I requested because my mother-in-love was critically ill and dying.
I never would have known had my sister-in-love not looked at the piece of paper as it was passed in front of her.
This is why I advocate for others.
This is why I teach communities how to advocate for themselves.
And this is why I work with hospitals and medical/dental/nursing/pharmacy schools to train clinicians how to restore humanity in the exam room.
For their patientsโฆ and for themselves.
Because flippant doctors and nurses arenโt bad people. They are usually good people who have had their empathy drained from them one patient encounter in broken systems at a time.
My mother-in-love survived that hospital stay. I know it was because of my advocacy.
And while sheโs no longer with us, I will forever be grateful for being persistent. If thatโs โhigh maintenanceโ, Iโm buying the T-shirt.
We donโt want our patients and families having these kind of experiences. We can do better.