Doctor's Day

How do we celebrate establishment medicine after an embarrassing 6 years?

My kind friend reminded me this morning that today is “Doctor’s day,” and she hopes that I feel loved and celebrated.

There was a time when I felt proud to be a doctor. I remember that first letter of acceptance to Georgetown Medical School (I did not attend Georgetown, because I was broke and had common sense) and the legitimate joy I felt when I called my mom to tell her. I remember how I felt at Medical School graduation, like I finally was going to live out my purpose. I truly saw medicine as a calling.

Once I became a doctor, I gradually became disenchanted with the profession, as I realized I was a glorified coder/biller for a much larger beast, a hospital system and ultimately a broken national system, corrupted by pharmaceutical companies and insurance companies, ruled by the administrators whose goal was to keep the money flowing, while healing almost no one.

In 2014, I made the decision to stop participating in the game and started my own direct care practice. With God’s help and my husband’s unwavering support, we succeeded. Almost 11 years since opening our doors, we have 3 clinicians and a wait list of people seeking our care.

Being independent during the COVID plandemic was truly a blessing. I watched colleagues parrot the lies being told by our government and media, while shaming those of us who disagreed and challenged the narrative. That experience led me to dive deeper into the origins of my licensed profession, and what I learned led me to feel ashamed to have participated. I am no longer proud of my MD.

I am thankful to be an independent doctor, however. Because of my independence, I am able to pursue alternative treatments and coach people on their lifestyle choices. I no longer have to find a code to justify a lab or test I want to order (with a few exceptions). Many illnesses I treat daily are caused by poor nutrition, lack of exercise, lack of purpose, and lack of sunshine. Of course, many people still need pharmaceuticals, but whenever possible, I try to help people avoid them, as they all have side effects.

For my doctor colleagues who celebrate this day, enjoy it. As for me, I prefer to celebrate this week by remembering what Jesus did for me. I believe he is the ultimate healer, and though I doubt much of my medical training, I believe the Holy Spirit can still use me, with all my flaws, to help people and to tell more people the good news. If I worked in the system, I would not be permitted to tell people about Him.

Remember the original healer and what He did for us. God bless everyone reading this.

Matthew 9: 11-12