HOW DARE YOU

This is a well-written letter from a nurse to those selfish protesters

Who, of all places, protested outside of Vancouver General ...and held up ambulances in the process ...


HOW DARE YOU. As I took the first break of my day, 7 hours into my shift, I sat and listened to the honks, yells and jeers of these people. And I cried.
How dare you hold this here. Where the nurses and doctors will care for you no matter your choice. Where we are quite literally crumbling under the pressure of your decision.

How dare you say my body, my choice, when your choice endangers so many.

How dare you choose to endanger the vulnerable around you.
How dare you make a choice that leaves us struggling to care for those with strokes and cancer and heart attacks and traumas and all the things that people come here for that they didn’t choose.

How dare you put us in a position to have to prioritize who gets the bed, the nurse, the doctor.

How dare you choose to protest in the very place that will save your sad, broken body when the very thing you're protesting could have saved us all. I so deeply wish that we lived in a society that understood saving lives is not a political decision. Perhaps if you knew what it felt like to have a heart stop or ribs crack under your hands, or the sound of a flat line or a widow screaming, you would choose differently and we would not have to live in a world that requires mandates.

How dare you!