I want to recenter this #Tulane conversation on #DrDenner. Last night on Clubhouse we heard from students & previous residents who spoke to Dr. Denner’s brilliance, elegance, inspiration, advocacy, & power. It brought me to tears. As they expressed how much she meant to them 🧵
When we talk about the need for representation. This isn’t just about patient outcomes, disparities, & diversity. Our #BlackPhysicians are our champions. They are our means of finding safe spaces, while being in institutions that feel unsafe, toxic, and like terror to trainees 2/
When we enter classes and rooms, we look for those Black faces in leadership. We make eye contact seeking their non-verbal clues that let us know "they see US". We wait at the end of class just to say hello, to make sure we put ourselves on their radar. 3/
We go to them to cry, to be reminded that we have a fighting chance to make it across the graduation stage & beyond. Since...
Many of us do not come from families of doctors.
Many of us are the first.
Many of us are the ones paving the way. 4/
These stories you hear now, thanks to social media are NOT new. Many of us have nightmares from our training, We’re triggered when we see these headlines. We have been called N****r, maids, the help, “you people”, & more.
We have been questioned about our academic capacity. 5/
We work 5x as hard as our counterparts.
We go to work and school walking on eggshells.
We are told our BLACKNESS will not be "accepted" here so in order to succeed reject who you are.
Which then leaves "US" unrecognizable by our patients, our community, our family & friends. 6/
This journey becomes isolating, heavy, and traumatic.
But then we see our Dr. Denner figures in positions of leadership...IT GIVES US HOPE. IT GIVES US PROMISE
We get a chance to breathe in a place working hard to steal our last breath. 7/
I’ve received many messages acknowledging my strength & resiliency for how I’ve handled losing both my parents to #COVID19. While I am grateful for every bit of the encouragement. I want to openly share some of the ugly parts because healthcare workers are not superhuman. 1/12
In June, when I went back to seeing patients in my primary care role less than 60 days after losing both mom and dad. I’d cry in between visits. Wipe tears, then get back on camera for the next Telemedicine visit. I had available PTO days but wasn’t allowed to take them. 2/12
I suffered from severe insomnia right after Dad’s death which has not fully gone away. I don’t sleep for days at a time. Many times, as I start to fall asleep, I wake up & jump out of bed. Afraid I am dying or someone else I know, and love is dying. 3/12