PROLOGUE
''Hello this is 911, how can we be of service to you''
''Am ivy Roosevelt, my mom just passed out and she's bleeding from everywhere possible, please send an ambulance''.
For me to call myself a doctor was an understatement. I mean, I am a doctor but right now I was just a daughter who sat in panic watching her mother bleed to death. I could have helped, I wish I could but I couldn't. if you'd ask me why I didn't do anything like the other doctors that came to carry my mom to the hospital did, I would tell you that I don't know what happened because I didn't. I was afraid of the sight of my own mother's blood and was a doctor which sounded crazy but I was crazy enough to become a doctor.
I followed the paramedics alongside, my mom, to the hospital's entrance but before we could get her past the door, she was gone.
I did cry, more than I expected. first I and Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt, my mom had never been best of friends or even family. I only saw her on rare occasions, which was at the hospital because she was also a doctor
I wondered why everyone seemed to love her.
one of the nurses once told me she was like a mother figure to her so why didn't she call or send a text. I was sure everyone knew about what happened. but then I thought to myself do I really need their pity?
I lost my job because the doctors said I was just too crazy to be a doctor. was I?
after I injected a patient with cocaine which I still don't know how it got into the hospital. I was told I laugh at the coffee machine and oftentimes kissed it which was unhygienic for other staff. and many others I think I did but didn't remember.
I was taken to a rehabilitation center where everyone thought was the best for me but it wasn't because after the treatments I was still the same. crazy.
It was disturbing that everyone moved on with their normal lives and I was the only one who didn't. At least I thought.
Then I found out I had a stepsister.
The woman left me behind and got herself another family.
