Dear Health care professionals,
We have a few appointments coming up next month so I thought I’d write you an open letter.
Firstly, thank you. Thank you for saving my life when Tilly was born. Thank you for looking after my baby and working your hardest to give her the very best care. I know it’s not your fault that tight budgets mean I have had to fight every single step of the way. Thank you for doing your best despite working in such difficult times. I owe you a debt I will never be able to repay.
But please remember that when you are talking about your patient, commenting that she is fascinating, calling her a mysterious enigma and throwing out possible, soul destroying conditions you think she might have … she is my child. Not her symptoms and not the misfiring electrical impulses in her brain. She is Tilly. She is my child. She is the daughter I dreamt about my whole life, she is half of my heart and there aren’t any lengths I will not go to for her.
When you diagnose things or point out what is “wrong” you are talking about my child. Casually dropping potential conditions into conversation or talking about epilepsy so matter of factly … it hurts. Yes, she has epilepsy, yes she may have Rett syndrome … but you cannot begin to imagine how hard those things are to hear about or deal with as a parent. Not just in the present, but also all the ifs and buts of the future and all of the how and whys of the past.
Please, health care professionals, please remember that your patient is my child. My Tilly.
More than that. She is a person. She loves Mr Tumble, listening to you sing and clap and sleeps stroking the ears of Ewan the sheep. She loves hands, sit and rub her hands and she will love you forever. She likes baths and swimming in the sea and being swung as high as possible on the swings at the park. She has the most infectious laugh in the world and wiggles her little bum and flaps her arms when she walks. She eats. BOY does she eat! She is a person. Not your 2pm appointment, not a statistic or a NHS number or a box to tick. A person, a beautiful, glorious, life changing wonderful person. She is Tilly, not just your patient.