He had been thinking a lot about race over the past several months.
He’s a White man with two children: a 20-year-old biological son who is White, and an 18-year-old adopted daughter who is Black.
“Until recently, it was easy in our family, with our one Black child, to believe she had the same status in society. What’s happened over the past six months has made me realize that isn’t true and there’s nothing I can do to change it. It’s incredibly painful. I have been considering getting a Black Lives Matter tattoo on my arm. I really want to have something about where I stand on my skin, like her...something I can’t take away. As a White person, I’m scared to identify myself with a movement. That’s also why I want to do it. I’m not a person who broadcasts my opinions, but this isn’t a political opinion. It’s who I am.”
“This has been weighing on my heart and mind so heavily. I’m also struggling at work because I don’t get a clear message we’re committed to anti-racism work. As much as I love my job, I can only work for the VA if we’re taking an active stance and doing our part," he said.
Listener Poet Jenny Hegland
Veterans' Affairs Center for Development & Civic Engagement
August 2020
Skin
It is heart-wrenching to realize
I cannot protect my Black child from hate
or the present-day harm of history.
It is gut-wrenching to feel
the racist attitudes surfacing in the culture,
and within myself.
I am wrestling with what to do.
The weight is unwieldy;
the fear generations deep.
I can go to marches,
put signs in the yard,
but it’s not enough.
I need to have some skin in the game,
like her,
something that can never be taken away--
not to showcase an opinion or a stance,
but to reveal who I am
as a father.
Interspersed with the joys and worries of being a gramma, she recounted her own grandparents – challenges and opportunities of caring for them, grief of losing them, gratitude for being loved by them, and the everyday experiences of now living in their home.
What is pain without a diagnosis? This is what occupied this patient before she even received her breast cancer diagnosis about a year ago.
She told me that she picked her battles more and was trying to be less of a people pleaser.
He ended up talking about his son, who is now his daughter. Another part of his experience of continual growth and soul-opening.
Her values and perspective on life had changed as she considered ways to spend more time with her husband.
“When I see an old dude who’s optimistic, living his life, I always stop to talk to him to try to find out what he has done.”
This nurse was considering leaving a position where she spent many years due to issues she experienced and witnessed at her hospital.
Many of the people he worked with had to develop a new identity in the context of their caregiving responsibilities. “It’s as if they need to become a new variant of themselves.”
“We’re taught to enter a room with a specific goal... with assumptions... with a hypothesis about what may be going on with the patient.”
She believes that most of those who have connected with ACS began with a personal connection, but then, according to her, “you evolve, and you shift.”
With her background in counseling and psychology, she works to bring people together and support patients.
Although at times she becomes discouraged about the inequalities in the world, she is determined to do her part by making sure everyone has access to quality healthcare.
This person radiated gratitude and hope. She shared that she discovered she was expecting a son just before receiving a lung cancer diagnosis at the age of 31.
She had an epiphany as a child — that love could heal the world. Now, as a seasoned physician, there’s still a part of her that believes in the power of love, but not with the same idealism she once held.
He talked about recently speaking with a patient who experiences migraines: she is seeking the truth, he is seeking the truth to find a way to work with her, wanting to give more than a diagnosis and prognosis.
To her, the surgical world has felt like “a wheel that keeps spinning,” a seemingly endless pursuit towards an undefinable goal.
While she kept an open mind throughout medical school, the field of OB/GYN ticked off all the boxes for her.
“I was at a birth recently and thought: This is why they are so afraid of us. They can’t control this” She sat on her couch with a mug of coffee. She is a queer, femme, mother of two who has worked in reproductive health for over two decades.
“The historic traumas of African-American women — all African-Americans — lead us to not be the first people at the doctors, nor the first to get surgery.”
“Sometimes I feel so helpless,” said this resident, reflecting on all of the challenges faced by the young patients and their families whom she served. Over the last several days, she has become increasingly overwhelmed by events in the news and has questioned her ability to make a difference in the world.
“It’s hard to watch the decline and sometimes hard to visit but it weighs on me not to,” she said. Her father had always been an elaborate storyteller and an alive, vibrant man with a big voice.
The Good Listening Project was honored to once again take part in the annual KNN conference in Minneapolis this year. Jenny closed the session by writing this harvest poem that captured the voices and sentiments shared.
After a history of crippling endometriosis, this woman had an arduous, ongoing struggle with her healthcare community for the right to have a hysterectomy. She was finally granted approval at the age of 29. “It had been like pulling teeth, but finally I felt free,” she told me.
Her childhood was infused with Hawaiian-Polynesian music and dance, taught to her father by his mother. Today, her life’s work is to connect the unbelievable discoveries of molecularly focused pre-clinical research directly to the patient experience of treatment.
She is a single mother born to a single mother and had to grow up fast. She is juggling a sticky work situation, her own anxiety and depression, and being away from home and her kids.
I was invited to create a group poem for forty participants at the Arts in Healing luncheon, hosted by the Inova Health Foundation in partnership with the board.
What does it mean for people living with Sickle Cell Disease to be seen, heard, and understood? For this person, it meant finding – and using – her voice to advocate for herself and for others.
“I’ve experienced a lot of big losses,” she said. “I want to be a beacon of hope and light, keeping the flame lit for cancer prevention.”
Professionally, for this person, Henrietta Lacks’ story represents the need to critically examine our research infrastructure.
