{"id":12665,"date":"2024-04-26T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2024-04-26T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/?p=12665"},"modified":"2024-05-21T03:00:13","modified_gmt":"2024-05-21T08:00:13","slug":"doctor-patient-confidentiality-chapter-one-hundred-and-ninety-eight","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/doctor-patient-confidentiality-chapter-one-hundred-and-ninety-eight\/","title":{"rendered":"Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Eight"},"content":{"rendered":"

I pad around barefoot, taking in the familiar sights and sounds that have been the backdrop of so many memories. Happy, horrible, and everything between. The faded photographs on the refrigerator. The well-worn cookbooks lining the shelves. The framed wall art and table top trinkets. They all tell a story of love, resilience, and the enduring power of family.<\/span><\/p>\n

The rich, savory aroma of the budget feast I’m preparing envelops Gran’s kitchen. A testament to my Bajan-Yoruba mother’s resourcefulness. And my Italian father\u2019s influence on her taste buds. Jug Jug. Eforiro. Macaroni pie. Modified Jollof rice. Eggplant lasagna. I move through the space with practiced ease. Chopping vibrant, seasonal vegetables. Stirring simmering pots. And seasoning each dish with a blend of love and culinary wisdom passed down through generations. But I\u2019ve had to substitute a few things\u2014okay, more than a few things\u2014and cut out others entirely to suite Gran\u2019s condition.<\/span><\/p>\n

Stage three.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I still can\u2019t believe it. And yet, given everything she\u2019s endured in only half a decade, I can\u2019t truly be surprised. Losing her only child. Then her husband. And now, potentially her home.<\/span><\/p>\n

I try not to go there. Allow these thoughts and fears to get the better of me. She\u2019s had to be strong through it all. For everyone else, including me. Now, I have to be strong for her. For us both.<\/span><\/p>\n

As I reach for a bottle of spices on the upper shelf, my fingers graze the glass, and it teeters on the edge. In a split second, my hand darts out, catching the bottle just before it hits the ground. The contents settle, and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.<\/span><\/p>\n

Gran, who has been watching me work from her rocking chair, chuckles. “Still got your mother’s reflexes,” she remarks, her eyes twinkling with a mix of pride and nostalgia. “Always quick on her feet, that one. No matter what life threw at her.”<\/span><\/p>\n

The comparison to my mother brings a bittersweet smile to my face. After she passed, Gran told me she\u2019d always wanted a daughter. And she found that in her daughter-in-law. She and my mom hadn\u2019t always been close. Didn\u2019t always see eye to eye. Ironically, they actually fought like mother and daughter. But even at the worst of their drama, they maintained enough respect for each other that it never spilled over to me. I feel a pang of longing for her presence, but I’m grateful for the pieces of her that live on in me. I remember the way she used to dance around her own kitchen, her laughter filling the air as she cooked up a storm. She had a way of making even the simplest meals feel like a celebration.<\/span><\/p>\n

I carefully place the spice bottle back on the shelf, my fingers lingering on the cool glass. It’s these little moments, these fleeting connections to the past, that make the holidays both nostalgic and unbearable.<\/span><\/p>\nJoin us or log in to read more.","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I pad around barefoot, taking in the familiar sights and sounds that have been the backdrop of so many memories. Happy, horrible, and everything between. The faded photographs on the refrigerator. The well-worn cookbooks lining the shelves. The framed wall art and table top trinkets. They all tell a story of love, resilience, and the enduring power of family. The rich, savory aroma of the budget feast I’m preparing envelops Gran’s kitchen. A testament to my Bajan-Yoruba mother’s resourcefulness. And my Italian father\u2019s influence on her taste buds. Jug Jug…. \u0905\u0927\u093f\u0915 \u092a\u0922\u093c\u0947\u0902<\/a><\/span><\/p>","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2990,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_topic_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_reply_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"_themeisle_gutenberg_block_has_review":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[96],"tags":[],"series":[99],"class_list":["post-12665","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-contemporary-2","series-doctor-patient-confidentiality"],"featured_image_src":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/DPC-Wattpad-Header-1024x341.jpg","blog_images":{"medium":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/DPC-Wattpad-Header-300x100.jpg","large":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/DPC-Wattpad-Header-1024x341.jpg"},"ams_acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12665","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12665"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12665\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2990"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12665"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12665"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12665"},{"taxonomy":"series","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/series?post=12665"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}