Advocate Advocates - Doctor – Do –Done

10- Advocate Advocates - Doctor – Do –Done

There is a slight hill at the entrance to the medical doctor’s office and for the life of me; it’s even more fun to have the mom on my arm when it snows. Those days are meant for strangers, and dogs with no tails. Sounds quite harsh, but it’s a great way to judge what the incline will be like in the exam room.
Now when the senior mom is more than eighty-five years old, and I’m sitting in the room, when the young, male doctor asks the mom for a gynecological exam. Now, the incline just got steep. She looked at him, and then looked at me, and I had to say, “Hey doc, I don’t think so.” And my mom agreed.
She advocated for herself in this arena. And I was quite proud that she had the same take on this part of the exam as me.
My thinking was, ‘what are you going to look for? Cancer? She’s already closer to death than fixing?’ And I certainly wasn’t going to stay in the room if the doctor forced the issue.
Walking down the incline towards the car my mom said, “I don’t think I could even spread my legs that far apart anymore.”