In recent years, I made the decision that my health care team needed to be made up of women of color. My primary care physician and GYN are both African-American women because I feel doctors from other backgrounds allow for too many excuses. I need tough love and strong talk, and not another prescription for areas of health that I can control by behavior modification.
Like professors at HBCUs, they often serve dual roles. I’ll never forget my primary care doc in Maryland, who treated me while I was pastoring. A Georgia peach, she was a provider for 6 other female senior pastors. She diagnosed me with having depression and “jacked me up” about choosing to live or continuing my vocation! I was like, “Is she holding me accountable and making me cry in this office?” It was needed. I wasn’t just her patient, but I felt she saw me as a sister she didn’t want to see self destruct.
As we celebrate #BlackHistioryMonth, I am grateful for the health care providers who look like me. Getting into medical school wasn’t always easy, and sometimes staying in school was even harder! But they did it! Diversity in health care matters!
Oh, and because of their unofficial scared straight ministries, my A1C is 5.5.