I don’t innately love comics. Like Superman, Spiderman, Wonder Woman. But, I seem to reference them all the time. My dark and moody Rooster is named Batman. I’ve called out Superman in a handful of posts. I literally do the Superman lift with all my kids, and once my husband flying high arm extended while balancing on my upward legs in the air. There’s something so powerful in that feeling. Invincibility. Hope. Sheer strength. A protector. A leader. A Hero.
Amy Cuddy from Hardvard University published a study in power posing aka the Superman pose of hands on hips, head and shoulders tall, chest out and head slightly to one side or another ready to go at any moment. For two whole minutes, this boosts testosterone and confidence. The study is awesome and says a lot about our society and roles within said society. I learned of this study during a national company conference this past week detailed extensively by Erik Qualman aka Equalman. He's worth checking out as well. So, if Superman is big, based on the most recent movie statistics and having the 6th highest gross opening of all time, Captain Marvel- (Brie Larson) may have just became real.
Doctor L was still wearing her cape, I’m sure when she finally left our room. She had bounded back in so fast holding the hand of a little child that happened to have an appointment that very same day. The little 3 year old is the very same child that brought us to her- the hand that looked just like Marley's made us uproot our lives to meet Doctor L. One Instagram post. I’d love to share more on them and hopefully someday I can. But for now, I’ll let you know it was amazing. And completely unreal!
For everything Doctor L was, Doctor B was not. We came home and got right to work on our planning for the impending surgery. We knew that once Marley got the expander we’d be meeting with Doctor B to get the filling of it weekly. We had an appointment scheduled for the beginning of March. Early that week I got a phone call that Doctor B had something going on earlier in the day and may go long. They wanted to reschedule our appointment. I proceeded to tell her all the great news and where we still needed Doctor B to help and be a big part. The nurse said she’d relay the news and call us back. Days went by and I got an auto email that said our appointment was canceled. I sent a follow up email asking if we were rescheduling. I told her how Doctor L wanted to talk to her and that I would be passing along the information to connect the two for our plan of action. The nurse emailed back the contact information, but she also said Doctor B didn’t feel comfortable continuing on the case. I was seriously dumbfounded. I foolishly thought that once they talked she’d be all about doing whatever needed to help Marley’s progress.
I communicated with Doctor L’s case manager J and she confirmed they had talked. Being super excited I emailed Doctor B again asking how it went and if we wanted to reschedule our appointment now. The communication from her nurse was terse. She didn’t want to move forward since someone else was doing the surgery. She was still deciding. I’m sorry- WHAT? I thought doctors were supposed to help people. I think I’ve read the Hippocratic Oath at least once before. Here our super hero doctor has basically said- good luck and moved on. She hasn’t seen Marley in 8 months. Not even a follow up visit. How could a Doctor suddenly not care?
I haven't seen California Doctor L since our initial visit, but it's okay. I know where ever we go from here is better than where we were headed. Someone once asked me if I worried what Doctor B would think if she read my earlier posts- if she may be offended... I thought for a second and said "our goals are the same: to give Marley the best care that she could ever have and explore all of our options." I knew in my heart that she was fighting equally as hard for Marley to regain any function in that arm. She said so herself. I'll never know when that desire faded. Perhaps she did get her feelings hurt. I don't care. It was never about giving her a confidence boost. It was always about Marley. Always. SO, it's okay... Captain Marvel may be the greatest of all time according to the latest polls for super heros. But none of that matters either. I am okay with Doctor L being just human. It's enough as long as she never gives up on US.
Doctor L was still wearing her cape, I’m sure when she finally left our room. She had bounded back in so fast holding the hand of a little child that happened to have an appointment that very same day. The little 3 year old is the very same child that brought us to her- the hand that looked just like Marley's made us uproot our lives to meet Doctor L. One Instagram post. I’d love to share more on them and hopefully someday I can. But for now, I’ll let you know it was amazing. And completely unreal!
For everything Doctor L was, Doctor B was not. We came home and got right to work on our planning for the impending surgery. We knew that once Marley got the expander we’d be meeting with Doctor B to get the filling of it weekly. We had an appointment scheduled for the beginning of March. Early that week I got a phone call that Doctor B had something going on earlier in the day and may go long. They wanted to reschedule our appointment. I proceeded to tell her all the great news and where we still needed Doctor B to help and be a big part. The nurse said she’d relay the news and call us back. Days went by and I got an auto email that said our appointment was canceled. I sent a follow up email asking if we were rescheduling. I told her how Doctor L wanted to talk to her and that I would be passing along the information to connect the two for our plan of action. The nurse emailed back the contact information, but she also said Doctor B didn’t feel comfortable continuing on the case. I was seriously dumbfounded. I foolishly thought that once they talked she’d be all about doing whatever needed to help Marley’s progress.
I communicated with Doctor L’s case manager J and she confirmed they had talked. Being super excited I emailed Doctor B again asking how it went and if we wanted to reschedule our appointment now. The communication from her nurse was terse. She didn’t want to move forward since someone else was doing the surgery. She was still deciding. I’m sorry- WHAT? I thought doctors were supposed to help people. I think I’ve read the Hippocratic Oath at least once before. Here our super hero doctor has basically said- good luck and moved on. She hasn’t seen Marley in 8 months. Not even a follow up visit. How could a Doctor suddenly not care?
I haven't seen California Doctor L since our initial visit, but it's okay. I know where ever we go from here is better than where we were headed. Someone once asked me if I worried what Doctor B would think if she read my earlier posts- if she may be offended... I thought for a second and said "our goals are the same: to give Marley the best care that she could ever have and explore all of our options." I knew in my heart that she was fighting equally as hard for Marley to regain any function in that arm. She said so herself. I'll never know when that desire faded. Perhaps she did get her feelings hurt. I don't care. It was never about giving her a confidence boost. It was always about Marley. Always. SO, it's okay... Captain Marvel may be the greatest of all time according to the latest polls for super heros. But none of that matters either. I am okay with Doctor L being just human. It's enough as long as she never gives up on US.
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