03/31/2026
A letter to my doctors,
And the nurses, technicians, researchers, admins, janitorial staff, EVERYONE that does a job to help care for people who are sick and wounded. Not just a thank you. An I see you.
I’m grateful every day that there are any of you left to care for me. I see your numbers dwindling. Your stress sky rocketing. I see you questioning your career choice and I see your spirits crashing. I see you.
I see the unfair blame. People angry with the lack of healthcare or the the cost who you, Instead of those who profit. People waiting so long who blame you (and immigrants) instead of those who buy hospitals, fleece the money and close them. People who are making poor decisions about vaccinations or buying snake oil from charlatans rather than believing you. People who don’t know how to read the studies or interpret the science questioning your knowledge. People who acted like rebellious toddlers and refused to wear a mask while putting you, your families and the capacity of the healthcare system at risk.
I see the stockholders pushing you to do more and more with less and less, and putting profit over patients while you bare the brunt. And now I see the government slashing research money and your hopes for cures. Slashing budgets for things that keep people healthy. Crushing the very reason you became a doctor, to heal and cure people. I see you. Still working. Still trying. Still helping. Despite the challenges, the strain and the blame.
Thank you. You haven’t always listened to me. (I wouldn’t have stage IV had I been heard) But you are caring for me. Doing your best. Walking with me through the worst thing. And of course you’ve made mistakes. You’re all human and the body is a complex and highly unknown thing. Redundancies don’t always work despite our best efforts. The trauma is still very real from the time I bleed into my chest for 9 hours. S**t happens. You did eventually save me. And you definitely saved me the week before that. Do we count the, both or just the one? Lol.
Continued…….
