Sorrel King’s story of her toddler’s death from a medical error engaged me from the first page. Her writing is smooth, the unfolding events flow gracefully across the pages, and the reader is quickly caught up in the tension of Josie’s hospital stay.
King holds nothing back; while her writing is controlled, the anguish, grief, and rage simmer under the surface. As a bereaved grandmother, I was relieved that King did not portray the development of the foundation she started as an instant catharsis for her grief. She openly admits that she wanted to destroy the medical system that caused her daughter’s death. She wanted the hospital, doctors, and nurses, to hurt as badly as she did. King describes her various attempts at finding peace with her grief; it is a bereavement counselor who leads her to the realization that time alone does not heal; rather, it is what one does with the time. King reaches a point where she has to make a conscious decision to either remain angry and miserable, or to do something productive with the energy from her anger. She and her husband accepted the hospital settlement, and used the money to start a foundation addressing patient safety.
King has become an admirable advocate, and her foundation is amazing. You will be deeply moved and changed after reading this book. You may well be horrified at the number deaths resulting from errors; your challenge is to take your horror and do something as productive as Sorrel King has. I straddle this issue as a hospital-based healthcare professional, and also a consumer of health services. I would love to see this book in the hands of every nursing, medical, pharmacy, physician assistant, and social work student.