I’m Guilty.
That’s right, don’t get too excited though. I am guilty of trying to cut through red tape to help my patients. I’ve never let rules keep me from doing what, I felt, was right.
Many of our systems are broken, and they need fixin’.
So, I write this, not for you as the mudslingers, character assassins, members of the media looking to discredit someone because they speak out against a particular narrative, but rather as human beings, who have lived life with all its ups and downs, choices to make, and hard lessons learned.
Who are we, as individuals, or as a community, if not malleable, evolving beings who seek to be the best we can be? Can you tap into your inner guidance and discern what is right action or have you lost that connection? Where does YOUR authority come from?
It is with a heavy heart that I write this. Not because I have anything to hide or because I have a need to defend myself. But from the deep sadness that wells up within me when I witness the lows some people have reached.
For over a year, I have stood up publicly in support of constitutional medical freedom, and for that, I have become a target for some to bully, harass, intimidate, and incite others to the same behavior. What does this say for our humanity?
And yet, I trust that perhaps it is time to share yet another story, as it is being used to assassinate my character.
For 5 years I had worked for a non-profit Home Health agency as an RN, Case manager. I was also a preceptor to other nurses. An overly dedicated nurse- one that was on call 24/7 for her patients. (I do not recommend this btw). Featured on their website, donations and business increased because of my work with the patients. The local team I worked with shared the same dedication. We were a model for the agency. I learned to love people unconditionally and witness the struggles they faced and how it manifested in their physical well being.
At the same time, most of my time was spent with paperwork. There were departments solely designed to maximize revenue for the agency, as it was, after all, a business. Even so, the waste from the medical field is off the charts, while many go without. Anyone in the field is aware of this. Throughout the years, having worked in both human and animal medicine, I was able to get donations from O.R. nurses for my rescue work with animals. The huge volume of unopened sterile wound care supplies that is thrown away is unconscionable. Many people could not afford needed items. I also worked on a very poor island in the Caribbean where people did not provide medical care for their animals generally and we relied on donations from the states.
This was communities helping communities. We are all part of one human family.
Health challenges plagued me from as long as I can remember. But it never slowed me down. I worked full time, and overtime any chance I had. So, when joint pain affected my walking, fatigue and brain fog set it, I was flabbergasted at my inability to go full steam ahead. Numerous doctors later, and a few diagnoses, I was finally labeled with Lyme disease, and treatment began, which exacerbated my symptoms. They call this a Herxheimer Reaction. As a single mom, I feared losing my job, and pushed through, not sharing my health issues with my supervisors. This was September of 2015.
It was around this time I had a young patient that had terminal cancer. He was a well known artist with a wife and small child. I adored them, and spent as much time with them as they needed. But I knew he would not make it. As he was getting numerous treatments at home, his place was filled with supplies. He was well aware of people who went without, and was disgusted at the idea of the medical supplies going to waste. Just days before his passing, he asked if I would find a place to donate the unused supplies. As the items in his home were properly stored, I agreed.
Though it was not a practice that was allowed (against company policy), it was not unusual that nurses would support their patients in this way, ie taking unused items for those less fortunate. The essence of these rules is to prevent cross-contamination, and thereby liability with the company. Some companies, especially those serving the low income population, do actually request a return of their products in the home, though it is not the norm.
Assessing that my patient would be better served on hospice care, I made attempts to get him transferred to that department (still at home). For various reasons, this did not happen for some time, and I was getting frustrated. During a middle of the night call from the wife, I heard him screaming in the background as I advised her on his pain management. My heart was breaking. I just wanted care for my patient and this was not happening.
We finally transferred him to the hospice team and he died within a day. As I was in regular contact with the wife, she wrote me and stated they packaged up the supplies and could I please pick them up right away. By that time, he was no longer my patient, and I justified it in my mind as bringing some peace to the family and final wishes. I picked up the boxes.
Soon after, a long time patient, an older gentleman, who had suffered greatly, was finally ready to accept hospice care. They have to fit the criteria though and this patient had started losing consciousness. It was more than his elderly wife could handle, and there was no family nearby to help. He had no pain issues as he was mostly paralyzed. They just needed the end of life care that the hospice team specializes in.
I made calls to the hospice nurses to get him care as soon as possible. I was pushy. I didn’t want the delay that I had just witnessed with my previous patient. It seemed to me there was one reason or another why they could not come by to do the intake paperwork. The final reason for not seeing the patient was that the family was unable to pick up the “hospice emergency kit” that is required per policy to have in the home before care is able to be administered.
This kit contains comfort drugs including a small amount of liquid morphine for pain, among others. My dear patient did not have any need for any of these, so in my mind, I dismissed this as more red tape.
After using the kit as the reason for not coming to attend my patient, I remembered I had seen this kit in the boxes from the deceased patient’s home. Without a properly functioning cognitive filter, this is where I made my mistake. I had mentioned it was ok, she could see him, because, this kit was available.
Possession of morphine that is not your own, is a criminal offense. Good intentions, or the spirit of the law do not count, unfortunately.
She was shocked that I did not hold the same fear about this that has been drilled into her as a hospice nurse, and not knowing what else to do, she reported me to the supervisors, which set off a cascade of events.
Because I am an open book, I shared everything. I was suspended, and I disposed of the minute amount of morphine per proper techniques, and was subsequently fired for taking supplies from a patient’s home. Interestingly, the hospice nurse who pronounced him deceased, in her documentation said that she had physically disposed of the leftover morphine herself.
People were disturbed, because they knew my heart, they knew who I was as a person, and they went to bat for me. This was all incredibly painful. My intuition was to be done with this field because it did not resonate with how I wanted to advocate for others. But, the license is seen as gold, to be preserved at all costs, and I held onto it, for the time being.
My inner guidance seems to have a compass that looks at a situation differently than most. What is the highest integrity? Where is the least harm? How can I best be in service? Hopefully, these line up with what the rules are. If they don’t, there is a break in the relationship. I cannot in good conscience, follow rules or laws I feel harm others. I haven’t always recognized this right away, but learned through experience. Isn’t this what we are here for? To experience and grow as humans. To connect with others and harmonize in our relationships.
I am not a “lawbreaker” for the sake of breaking laws. We do need structure and guidance as we navigate this world. It is up to us, as citizens, as community, though to evaluate and decide if we need an upgrade in how we relate to one another.
We have become so accustomed to following rules, listening to mandates, because we are told to or it is a requirement of accepting money, whether it be in a paycheck, grant, or a bonus of some sort. We have become programmed to be slaves and fear a loss of funding, or acceptance or a job.
We do this in relationships all the time where we give up a part of who we are because we want to be liked, or loved or appreciated. If we slowed down, and got to know who we are as a person, as an individual, knowing we don’t have to please others or worry about what others think of us, we can get in touch with our own authenticity, and act from that place.
I was put on state disability immediately, which lasted for a year. During that time I was contacted by the state nursing board. Because there was a controlled substance involved, they automatically assume there is a drug addiction.
Addictions are common in the nursing field as many nurses injure themselves from lifting, with subsequent pain, followed by medical pain management. Add in: access to the drugs, fear of losing your job, overworked and extremely stressful conditions in hospitals mostly, and its a recipe for trouble.
I was offered what is referred to as a diversion program. This included regular drug testing, counseling, and nursing probation for two years, and I could be on my merry way.
For those who know me, this is funny, not funny. I am a bit of a purist, won’t even take an aspirin or drink coffee. Slight weakness (ok, maybe more than slight) for dark chocolate. Well, again, can you imagine, they probably hear those lines at that office all the time. “This is a big mistake, I don’t have a drug problem.” I knew it was futile, having had patients with drug addictions, I am aware that manipulation is part of the survival culture.
The integrity thing came up again. I couldn’t possibly say I have a drug problem when I didn’t. Maybe they thought I was dealing. Again, here I was talking to someone I have no relationship with, she doesn’t know who I am, and she is just doing her job. Human Disconnect.
I was crushed. My friends wanted to support me but didn’t know how. I was desperately trying to find solutions for my illness, and my money was going fast.
The other option, because at the time I wanted to preserve the all-mighty license, was to allow this to go to an investigation. And so it did. The district attorneys office has a contract with the board of nursing and I had a scheduled visit with an officer. We had a nice conversation with some delicious chocolate chip cookies my friend made. In the end, he said, I needed to learn to keep my mouth shut (fair enough, not the first time I’ve been told that), and that if it went to a hearing, he would stand up for me. This was a relief.
He proceeded to share the lengths some nurses go to to get drugs from the hospitals they were at. This really made me question our awareness as a community.
Are we attending to our own needs as well as others who work with or for us? What is it within us that we need to numb away or that is so painful to face? How did we get to a point where WE are not in control, or we have sacrificed our own authority for this outside drug or source? And finally, what can we do to support each other from a human connection stand point?
Months passed and I was contacted by the assistant DA. This whole event was still quite painful , and my state being fragile, I could barely talk to her without welling up in tears. I was unable to articulate my thoughts. They wanted me to admit to wrongdoing, pay a fine, and I could be on probation.
I feel a song coming on at this point….
I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone’s shadow… If I fail, If I succeed, at least I lived as I Bee – lieved… No matter what, they do to me, they can’t take away my Dig– Ni- TY…
Thank you Whitney.
My brain said no, I didn’t do anything wrong. Some say I’m stubborn, some say highly independent. You say tomato, I say toe-mah- toe.
They tried to adjust the language to my liking a few times. They lowered the fines. My other option was going to a hearing. I felt quite beaten down at this point. Months had gone by, I didn’t want to take the chance of any more painful experiences. To me, it would have been like going back into a fire pit.
An additional option was surrendering my license. When I asked myself if this was right action, it felt like a huge weight off my shoulders. I remembered how intuitively this was what I originally wanted to do. In fact, I had told myself that I would only work 5 years in that job and would transition to my private holistic healing practice. The five year mark had ended 2 weeks before I was fired. Go figure.
By surrendering my license, I challenged their paradigm. This is not how things were done. Everyone fights for their license. “It is gold.” “It must be protected.” I was in the unknown. I let go of the system that had not served me.
But if anyone with a chronic illness knows, if you are to survive, finding acceptance with the unknown is a must. It has brought me to great depths of understanding of who I am, and forced me to slow down, instead of running 24/7. I do not take any meds for my pain and rarely take vitamins. I’ve been to all sorts of practitioners and finally came back to myself, and my natural healing practices. By doing so, my health has improved dramatically.
One of my teachers along the way shared this phrase which resonates with me: Show me where I am not yet free.
This has stuck with me. And if I get triggered, it becomes an opportunity to go within. What is it within me that is reacting strongly to this? Where do I need to heal? Pain happens, suffering is a choice. I am not a victim. You can call me all the names you want to, tell lies about me, sling mud, but this is a mere reflection of what you personally are dealing with.
Life doesn’t have to be a struggle. We are inherently free beings if we are willing to open our eyes and hearts and recognize our true nature.
I embody love and freedom. This is my journey.
Greatest Love of All by Whitney Houston
I believe the children are our future Teach them well and let them lead the way Show them all the beauty they possess inside Give them a sense of pride to make it easier Let the children’s laughter remind us how we used to be Everybody’s searching for a hero People need someone to look up to I never found anyone who fulfilled my needs A lonely place to be And so I learned to depend on me
I decided long ago Never to walk in anyone’s shadows If I fail, if I succeed At least I’ll live as I believe No matter what they take from me They can’t take away my dignity
Because the greatest love of all Is happening to me I found the greatest love of all Inside of me The greatest love of all Is easy to achieve Learning to love yourself It is the greatest love of all
I believe the children are our future Teach them well and let them lead the way Show them all the beauty they possess inside Give them a sense of pride to make it easier Let the children’s laughter remind us how we used to be I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone’s shadows If I fail, if I succeed At least I’ll live as I believe No matter what they take from me They can’t take away my dignity
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Because the greatest love of all Is happening to me I found the greatest love of all Inside of me The greatest love of all Is easy to achieve Learning to love yourself It is the greatest love of all
And if, by chance, that special place That you’ve been dreaming of Leads you to a lonely place Find your strength in love