Day 1

This morning, waking up, looking at the beauty outside my window, I can’t help but think about Lewis Blackman, and Helen Haskell. I have seen the Lewis Blackman film before, and the second time around it has impacted me in new and different ways. It still gave me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, and it still brought me to tears. However, there were so many things that struck me differently. Initially watching the film, prior to attending Marseille, I made a big list of  all the “things people were doing wrong.” Kind of a crude version of my own root cause analysis so to speak. I was trying to find a person or an event to blame. Why did Lewis’ healthcare team continue to give him Keterolac when he had issues with urine output? Why was there no concurrent steroid administration? Why was Lewis placed… Continue reading →