In 2015 I was at a local CrossFit class when, after a push press, my vertebral artery tore and a blood clot caused a stroke. I went to our emergency room, but wasn’t diagnosed correctly—I needed an MRI, not just a CT scan. I was sent home and dismissed by a neurologist. A week later, my chiropractor told me I had likely suffered a stroke. I returned to the hospital, got the MRI, and began treatment.
It dawned on me later—if our ER had more resources or wasn’t so stressed, would they have caught it? I’ll never know. But I do know that after having my stroke and going to the hospital where I was born, it became my job to do everything I could to ensure this healthcare system would be there for everyone in Southwest Georgia. Now I work at Phoebe, and it’s more than a job—it’s my life’s work.