I Am a Black Woman Who Was Discharged By My Black, Female Doctor
There are a growing number of articles and testimonies about the overwhelming disparity in medical diagnosis, treatment, and survival of blacks in America — particularly black women. As a black woman who does not like doctors, medicine, needles, hospitals, or anything dealing with the medical industry — and especially during a global pandemic, the testimonies are very disturbing. Not that I do not “like” the medical industry. It’s just that I don’t want to be a part of it. I like the grocery store, the mall — you know, pleasant places. I’m not one to jump and run to the doctor like some have the courage to do.
There is an overwhelmingly positive response when we see new black doctors graduating from medical school, and when we find one who can service our health needs.
This year, I found a black gynecologist. An acquaintance first recommended this doctor some years ago after I voiced frustration about my former, white, female gynecologist sending me to WebMD for the answer to my question when I wouldn’t allow her to dose me up on birth control without enough explanation for my understanding and comfort. So, this year when I needed to go to the gynecologist to see what was going on in my womb, I recalled the recommendation. I also called another acquaintance, and without mentioning the doctor to her, she…
