“She Just Doesn’t Want to Work,” My Mother Told Her Nursing Staff About My Condition. I Silently Slid My Medical File Across the Table to Her Chief of Medicine. Her Next Shift Was Her Last.
it. Then I said the thing I had been sitting with for eleven days.
“You told your staff that I probably didn’t want to get better. That the diagnosis was more convenient than a career. You said this about your own daughter, a patient at your hospital, to people who work in the unit that treats patients like me.”
