Over the past several years, I have watched our healthcare system take a slow and steady turn away from the standards that I’ve been trained to practice. All too often, I find that patients are rushed through the door, and the time afforded to educate and yes, translate their results, is no longer a priority.
I have been a registered nurse for over 37 years. I am the youngest of 7 girls, 6 of whom were nurses. My mother was also a nurse. Suffice it to say, it’s in my blood.
In 2020, my mom passed away at the age of 95. Thanks to her “team of daughters,” we were able to advocate for her during her most life-threatening crises. We were fortunate in that a few of us lived close enough that we could get to her quickly when needed. We knew what medications were appropriate and when she was having adverse reactions. We knew the right questions to ask and when certain providers were no longer beneficial to her care. And finally, when her memory started to fail, we knew when it was time we were no longer capable of caring for her on our own and were able to secure living arrangements that left everyone able to sleep at night.