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MrHashtag🇺🇬 𝕏

141,231 views • 1 year ago

I’ve been keeping something from you. The way I cope with hard things is by doing the work and putting the pain in a box. But the truth is—since I spoke out against insurance companies, things have been really hard. My practice is struggling. I built a surgery center so I could take better care of my patients, expecting to do my cases through insurance. But several insurance companies have refused to contract with me since I posted that video. The strain has been so heavy, I’m not sure I can keep the practice open in its current form. I’m sharing this because no insurance company should have the power to shut down a practice, especially one built to help people. All I want is to take care of my patients. All I want is to do the right thing. I’ve invested all of my time, money, and heart into this. And it’s dangerous—truly dangerous—that one or two insurance companies can make decisions that threaten the future of a practice like mine. I’m hoping that I can figure something out for the practice, but I just wanted to be honest with you guys because this is part of the reality of being a doctor. This isn’t the first time I’ve been here. COVID almost knocked me out. The hack, when I wasn’t paid for three months, was another blow. And now this—being punished for telling the truth. But I won’t be knocked out. I’m committed to telling the truth about healthcare, about insurance, and working to find a better way to continue to keep my practice open and taking care of women with breast cancer so I don’t lost my practice or my home. I promise I’ll keep you updated.

I’ve been keeping something from you. The way I cope with hard things is by doing the work and putting the pain in a box. But the truth is—since I spoke out against insurance companies, things have been really hard. My practice is struggling. I built a surgery center so I could take better care of my patients, expecting to do my cases through insurance. But several insurance companies have refused to contract with me since I posted that video. The strain has been so heavy, I’m not sure I can keep the practice open in its current form. I’m sharing this because no insurance company should have the power to shut down a practice, especially one built to help people. All I want is to take care of my patients. All I want is to do the right thing. I’ve invested all of my time, money, and heart into this. And it’s dangerous—truly dangerous—that one or two insurance companies can make decisions that threaten the future of a practice like mine. I’m hoping that I can figure something out for the practice, but I just wanted to be honest with you guys because this is part of the reality of being a doctor. This isn’t the first time I’ve been here. COVID almost knocked me out. The hack, when I wasn’t paid for three months, was another blow. And now this—being punished for telling the truth. But I won’t be knocked out. I’m committed to telling the truth about healthcare, about insurance, and working to find a better way to continue to keep my practice open and taking care of women with breast cancer so I don’t lost my practice or my home. I promise I’ll keep you updated.

Elisabeth Potter MD

271,060 views • 1 year ago

Holidays have been hard for me ever since my cousin was killed. That loss changed my family forever. Then I lost my mother, then my sister, and over time the circle grew smaller as people drifted apart. Eventually, I found myself standing mostly on my own. But I still feel lucky. Because even without immediate family, I have family everywhere. People around the world who love me, support me, and wish me well. So while I may not have anyone to exchange gifts with, I have the gift of doing what I love, the gift of your support, the gift of my voice, and the gift of life. I have a place to live, and I’m grateful for every person who’s part of my journey. You may not be blood, but you are family. If you’re blessed to still have your loved ones here, be present. Spend the time. Talk, listen, hug, and love deeply. Time is not promised. Thank you for being here.

Holidays have been hard for me ever since my cousin was killed. That loss changed my family forever. Then I lost my mother, then my sister, and over time the circle grew smaller as people drifted apart. Eventually, I found myself standing mostly on my own. But I still feel lucky. Because even without immediate family, I have family everywhere. People around the world who love me, support me, and wish me well. So while I may not have anyone to exchange gifts with, I have the gift of doing what I love, the gift of your support, the gift of my voice, and the gift of life. I have a place to live, and I’m grateful for every person who’s part of my journey. You may not be blood, but you are family. If you’re blessed to still have your loved ones here, be present. Spend the time. Talk, listen, hug, and love deeply. Time is not promised. Thank you for being here.

Tish Hyman

41,835 views • 7 months ago

My beloved mother was a gem, an icon. She was my best friend and my biggest supporter. She gave me life, and she was the light of mine. She was a blessing to me and to anyone who knew her. She went to heaven eight years ago today. I was fortunate to have her in my life for 78 years, yet nothing could have prepared me for the depth of grief her passing would bring. I still haven’t gotten over losing her, and I don’t think I ever will. I know we’re only just passing through, and I believe death is not the end. Energy never dies, but letting go is so hard. I’ll love you always and miss you forever, Mama. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you. Until we meet again. If you’re fortunate enough to still have your mother, hold her close. Tell her you love her. Cherish every moment you have together, because one day she will be gone and those moments will become priceless memories.

My beloved mother was a gem, an icon. She was my best friend and my biggest supporter. She gave me life, and she was the light of mine. She was a blessing to me and to anyone who knew her. She went to heaven eight years ago today. I was fortunate to have her in my life for 78 years, yet nothing could have prepared me for the depth of grief her passing would bring. I still haven’t gotten over losing her, and I don’t think I ever will. I know we’re only just passing through, and I believe death is not the end. Energy never dies, but letting go is so hard. I’ll love you always and miss you forever, Mama. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you. Until we meet again. If you’re fortunate enough to still have your mother, hold her close. Tell her you love her. Cherish every moment you have together, because one day she will be gone and those moments will become priceless memories.

Nancy Sinatra

119,359 views • 1 month ago

While driving home from work I decided to stop in and see my mother at the assisted living facility. My siblings and I had recently had her moved there because of the Alzheimer's she has been dealing with over the past couple of years. Mom and I have sung together since I was very young, but I have never taken a video of us singing, only audio. I decided to take a couple of videos for future posterity and post them on my Facebook page for my friends who had been asking to hear me and mom sing. When we sing together I feel like the son again and for a few moments she is the mom I have always known and she comes back to me in that moment. She remembers most of our songs with the occasional exception of a few words. Credit: Kelly Ridings via ViralHog

While driving home from work I decided to stop in and see my mother at the assisted living facility. My siblings and I had recently had her moved there because of the Alzheimer's she has been dealing with over the past couple of years. Mom and I have sung together since I was very young, but I have never taken a video of us singing, only audio. I decided to take a couple of videos for future posterity and post them on my Facebook page for my friends who had been asking to hear me and mom sing. When we sing together I feel like the son again and for a few moments she is the mom I have always known and she comes back to me in that moment. She remembers most of our songs with the occasional exception of a few words. Credit: Kelly Ridings via ViralHog

Laughing Legends

138,069 views • 3 years ago

At 28, I found out that my marriage would never produce children. Whenever my mother asked why I hadn’t conceived, I would simply tell her, “God’s time is the best.” I never told her the truth, that my husband was impotent. I carried that secret alone. My mother passed away without ever knowing. Meanwhile, my mother-in-law made my life unbearable. She insisted nothing was wrong with her son and placed all the blame on me. One day, I finally broke down and confronted her. Instead of understanding, everyone labeled me a bad wife for speaking up. Now, at almost 46, I no longer ache for children. Not because I didn’t want them, but because the choice, the simple right to decide whether I wanted children or not was taken from me. — Lady shares

At 28, I found out that my marriage would never produce children. Whenever my mother asked why I hadn’t conceived, I would simply tell her, “God’s time is the best.” I never told her the truth, that my husband was impotent. I carried that secret alone. My mother passed away without ever knowing. Meanwhile, my mother-in-law made my life unbearable. She insisted nothing was wrong with her son and placed all the blame on me. One day, I finally broke down and confronted her. Instead of understanding, everyone labeled me a bad wife for speaking up. Now, at almost 46, I no longer ache for children. Not because I didn’t want them, but because the choice, the simple right to decide whether I wanted children or not was taken from me. — Lady shares

TENIOLA

812,361 views • 6 months ago