Dr. Megan Babb
I am a mother to four, a wife to one, and a physician to many. I like to reach others through words of advocation to give a voice to those in need. Welcome to my village where all are welcome.
COVID Pandemic Exposes the Ugly Secrets Hidden in America’s Healthcare System:
Picture courtesy of Lenore Stutznegger and Norman Rainock (Norman Rainock Art Ca.) COVID, the hallways are eerily empty because of you. At night, where there normally exists an air of calmness as patients sleep, the hospital walls that surround me instead convey a sense of uncertainty. It is palpable. It is heavy. It is unlike anything I have ever encountered as a physician. Perhaps this is because deep down in places where fear and dread reside, we know you are there watching and studying our patterns of behavior. All the while, you silently spread yourself at exponential rates, knowing that our testing capabilities, while ever-growing, still fail to keep up with you. For this, you mock us. You are learning the truth about the American healthcare system as it stands. On the outside we are strong, with sophisticated buildings, fancy technology, and state-of-the-art equipment. To nearly any onlooker we appear to be thriving, at the top of our game. Yet you aren’t fooled by this; no, not at all because you have already penetrated these walls, exposing the hidden prison behind the shiny facade of our healthcare system.
An Open Letter to America's People:
One of the things that I love about science is how nurturing it is. It never judges. It allows for the complete inclusion of all interested parties as well as their ideas, whether good or bad. It even has space for these ideas to be fostered and explored by coming to life in the form of experimentation and hypotheses. When I think about science as it exists in our world, I can't help but feel the overwhelming maternal presence surrounding it. The essence of its being, its soul if you will, Mother Nature herself, and the wisdom she imparts to humans done so through the language of science.
An Open Letter to Sophia L Thomas
An Open Letter to Sophia L Thomas Whenever a new face steps into a healthcare leadership role, there is a hope that new life and positivity will fill the space another left behind. My wish for you was that you would put patient safety before an agenda to propagate misinformation about the role of physician’s advocacy in America's current healthcare crisis. However, I, unfortunately, was wrong.
Ohio Senator, John Becker, You Owe the Women of This Country and My Physician Colleagues an Apology
The anti-abortion movement in Washington makes me cringe. This is mainly for two reasons. One, as a human, I am absolute in a woman's right to choose. Two, as a physician, my education allows me to recognize the unintended consequences of advocating against this, and it so happens, this topic falls in my lane. Yet those who are trying to dictate a woman's right to choose are not physicians and, more positively, rarely women. The issue of woman's health rights, within the political arena, is not for a matter of personal opinion. Rather a place for discussion aimed to find policies that place women in control of their reproductive health. Instead, your version of a woman's right to choose is nothing more than a curtain of lies concealing misogynistic behaviors aimed at creating policies that place women out of the control of their reproductive health. By law, you are no more in control of a woman's arm or the words that come out of her mouth (like mine today) then you are of her uterus. Yet, you use your political position to push agendas that aim to place subjective opinion above objective scientific evidence. This is an unsafe way to operate Senator. Bad business, indeed.
An Open Letter to Lady Gaga
An Open Letter to Lady Gaga - I am going to start this letter to you as I do all the other similar open letters I have written. I realize that the chance of you reading this is slim to none; however, I am discouraged by a statement you recently made, and I strongly feel a correction to this is necessary. Proud of the voice you have for women around the world, I never thought in a million years that I would be writing one of these to you, and for this, I am saddened.
You Died by Suicide
You died by suicide. This morning I was rushed. I always feel rushed. I feel rushed by More. In healthcare, More is this tangible thing like a fork or a spoon. It is creative, continually morphing into a new shape, disguising its true self when it is nothing more than a plague meant to turn physicians into machines, hoping to one day remove all of humanism from the incredibly delicate and difficult practice of medicine. Yesterday More was the number of patient visits being tracked. The day before this More took form as patient satisfaction scores. Last week More was the system reminding me of the hundreds of incomplete tasks that needed completion—if only there were thirty hours in the day I tell myself; if only I was a machine which never needed sleep. How dare of me to require such a thing.
Are Puddle Jumpers Safe?
I have four children, ages six, four, four, and two, and we live where pools are a common escape from the high summer heat. As a physician, I take swim safety very seriously, which is why when I witnessed my four-year-old daughter remove her Puddle Jumper without help, I came to realize just how dangerous these can be.
Dena Miller, From One White Woman to Another, Let Me Help You Understand Why The Squad: Congresswomen Pressley, Ohar, Ocasio-Cortez, and Tilab Are NOT Racist
I am a white woman. I grew up in a very well-to-do community wanting for nothing. My parents are very well educated. They also grew up in well-to-do communities. Neither they, myself, my siblings, nor my other relatives grew up in poverty or a culturally diverse region. I had every privilege one could hope for, which was a complete disadvantage in one single way: I grew up in a colorless world.