Kimberly Wright said:😢
I can't find a single redeeming quality in any of this. 🤷
I've run headfirst into a mountain of contradictions and systemic failures throughout this entire ordeal.
1. You can't just take "caregiver leave" to look after a sick parent.
2. When someone is being driven back from chemotherapy or radiation, they’re expected to sit around waiting at the clinic for at least two hours.
3. Information regarding diagnoses, treatment plans, or patient rights isn't handed to you; you have to scavenge for it from friends, neighbors, or the internet—and even then, you only hear anything from doctors if you already know exactly which technical questions to grill them with.
4. Patient care seems to scale directly with the depth of your pockets or how much you tip the staff with gifts.
5. Despite my mother paying her dues into Medicare and supplemental insurance for decades, she still hasn't received adequate palliative care. She spent ten days in the hospital, and even while she was still on antibiotics, they basically kicked her out the door. Her only other option was a facility in Novi Marof, which I won't even dignify with a comment.
6. As for nursing homes... 🙄 my mom barely lasted a week in one that supposedly boasts "high-quality service." It was so high-quality that they didn't bother giving her water until 2 PM one day—and mind you, she's immobile. They missed doses of her medication, nobody checked if she had even eaten a morsel all day, and they didn't bother to change or wash her once during that entire week.
To address every single one of those points from 1 to 6, I decided to actually do something rather than just watch. I learned how to deal with a whole lot of bullshit, how to swallow my pride for a greater cause, how to slam my fist on the table, and how to show some teeth. I learned how to take the chaos that hit my family and give it purpose by working alongside others. I learned how to take life as it comes, day by day, and then figure out how to tackle it.
Honestly, looking back, without everything I went through with my mother, what I'm facing now with my baby would be so much harder—maybe even impossible for the person I was before Mom got sick.
I realized I refuse to be part of the passive masses anymore, just letting life happen to me—letting the things I can't control pass, while doing absolutely nothing about the things I clearly *can* influence through sheer engagement.