Death of A Great Friend

A few weeks ago I received a Facebook message from an old friend Greg from graduate school. While it was great to hear from him the news he had for me was very sad, in that one of my best friends Jennifer Powell-Greenblatt, a brilliant and funny philosophy professor and artist, had died.

Now Jen had been very very ill for about 10 years. After being misdiagnosed for about 5 years by every doctor she saw, a neurosurgeon finally found a large tumor on Jen's brain stem. She was so weak during the emergency surgery that she died on the table, but was brought back.

Her life from then on was one of extreme gratitude and extreme pain. Jen came to me for Rehab Pilates and Reiki, we sold our crafts together at local shows, and I tried to support her as best I could until we moved to the Caribbean.

But during that time I saw what true medical malpractice means. What it means for physicians to constantly perform the wrong tests and constantly misdiagnose. Jen was suing her physicians and had a great Rochester medical malpractice attorney. In cases like hers the right attorney makes all the difference.

I felt Jen near me the other night. A very pushy and insistent energy that would not leave me alone and that felt just like Jen at her strongest.