1/ Today @EmoryMedicine dedicated the Leon L. Haley, Jr. Distinguished Professor and Chair for the Emory Executive Assoc. Dean of Grady Affairs.
What a powerful way to let the generations know of this great man and leader—and to remind those in the pipeline of their potential.
2/ Dr. @SherylHeron — his friend of over 25 years described him as a GIFT:
GIVING
INSIGHTFUL
FIERCE
TENACIOUS
No truer words have been spoken. I know it was hard for her to speak. She was brave and honored him in the most special way.
Here’s an excerpt.
3/ I can think of no better person to hold this inaugural Endowed Professorship than the tireless @GradyHealth champion @CarlosdelRio7. His work and dedication to Grady and the world have been extraordinary.
I think @lhaley3 would have been pleased with this.
Yup.
4/ We had the chance to hear from Dr. Haley’s family—his proud parents and his son, too. It was hard to watch but beautiful.
I love the pride in Dr. Leon Haley, Sr.’s eyes. @lhaley3 comes from greatness. I wish this narrative was shared more when speaking of Black families.
5/ Just think:
A Black man in medicine will have HIS name precede the name of another as an Endowed Professor . . .
6/ Oh—and don’t think it’s lost us that the inaugural individual to be named in this prestigious position is @CarlosdelRio7. AND that this happened during #HispanicHeritageMonth.
Yup.
My heart is so full, man. Whew!
7/ “Brother Haley” was what I always called him when I saw him. And what I know for sure is that Brother Haley cared a LOT about representation.
Though we wish it weren’t under these circumstances, the significance of this deserves a pause for reflection.
Truly.
8/ Brother Haley? To those who never got to know you—don’t you worry. We will make SURE they do.
And we will pass on to others in the pipeline that mischievous twinkle in your eyes & that smile you gave whenever you were pushing us to be great.
Like you.
Well done, sir.👊🏽🏥
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Me: "How're you feeling today?"
Him: "Well. I been better. That medicine y'all gave me made me run off!"
My team looked puzzled.
I did not.
Me: "Oh no! You talking 'bout the medicine we gave you for your gout flare up?"
Him: "Yeah! That one!"
2/ Him: "Shit, you coulda warned a brother."
Me: "Dang. I really should have. I'm sorry."
Him: "Yeah, if it wasn't for that bedside commode it woulda been a clean up on aisle 1!"
He laughed.
I was glad he was making light of it.
Me: "I apologize, sir. Colchicine can do that."
3/ Him: "It's cool. My knee is feeling a little bit better so that's good."
Me: "I'm glad. And again, I'm sorry for not giving the heads up."
Him: "I'm okay, doc."
I turned to my team.
Me: "'Running off' is diarrhea."
Them: "Ohhh."
Him: "Oh my bad, y'all."
1/ Her: "Why haven't you left for L.A. yet?"
Me: "Huh? Oh. Yeah. I'm pretty much almost done. It's okay."
*silence*
Her: "But, like is it?"
Me: *sighs* "Me rushing there won't change anything."
Her: "Depends on who you ask."
And after that, we both went back to charting.
2/ I was on the hospital service last April when I got the news. Dad had this sudden onset of disabling vertigo. We'd learn it was a cerebellar stroke. My sister was there in LA. At the bedside and wringing her hands as next-of-kin.
So she kept me posted.
And I kept rounding.
3/ On that first day, I walked right in and told my team.
Me: "My dad has been admitted to the hospital. It seems that he's had a cerebellar stroke."
And I said it in that "but I'm fine" voice. Because at that time that's what I was telling myself.
1/ Me: “I’m glad to see you.”
You: “You know what? I’m glad to see you, too.”
*silence*
Me: “You know how you’re loved, don’t you?”
You: *smiling gently* “I do. I think that’s what makes this so hard, you know? Can’t feel a loss like that without feeling a love like that.”
2/ We both let out big exhalations. After a few beats, you swung your head in my direction.
You: “How are you?”
Me: “Me?”
You: “Yeah. You.”
Me: “I’m fine. I just wish... um… you didn’t have to feel what you’re feeling.”
You reached out for my forearm. And then sighed again.
3/ You: “Yeah. But I’ll be okay. We were soul-connected. That will comfort me.”
I nodded. Then we sat in silence.
You: “But for real—how are you? Like with all this cool stuff you’ve been doing.”
Me: *puzzled look*
You: “It has to make you miss your dad and your sister.”
1/ I just finished this beautiful, courageous, and searing memoir “I Can’t Save You” by @CQ__MD. It was . . . in a word. . . sublime.
Whew.
And full disclosure—as his former med school advisor & friend—I love Dr. CQ.
But.
I also love books and honesty.
And he knows that.
2/ @CQ__MD will be the first to tell you that I won’t endorse anything—even a book my my beloved little bro CQ—unless I’d read it myself and believed others should, too.
And now I have.
And wholeheartedly I do.
But before you jump in—and you should—let me say this. . .
3/ There are some parts that explore depression, thoughts of suicide, and self-harm. No, not recklessly. But yes, with raw honesty. So you need to know that up front.
He does NOT play it safe around his lived experiences as a Black man in the ivory tower.
1/ I had imagined what this day would be like. Played it out in my head and saw various iterations of me exploding in celebration.
In some versions, I was doing the running man or, quite literally, running in triumphant circles, #MatchDay envelope in hand.
"Wooo hooo!"
2/ I also saw these visions of me quietly weeping, one hand extended to the heavens in gratitude. My lips quietly murmuring prayers of thanksgiving.
See, I was my ancestors' wildest dreams. And not even just my enslaved ancestors but the Jim Crow survivors who raised me, too.
3/ So, yeah. This was about to be big.
I was even on the #MatchDay party committee. And since we were broke, that meant soliciting donations from faculty & parents & anybody who felt proud enough of us to shell out a few coins.