20 DECEMBER 2019

Published December 18, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100


Susan rocked three-year-old Pierre as she watched snow fall outside the window. She kissed his damp forehead.

Six-year-old Caryl padded into the room and climbed up beside his brother. “Can you make him well, Momma?”

She tweaked Caryl’s nose. “He’ll be breaking your toys by breakfast.”

“You’re the bestest.” Caryl’s dark eyes shone. “Why did you become a doctor?”

“I was a little older than you when I watched a sick woman die. Mama sent for the doctor—not once, but four times.”

“Why didn’t he come?”

“To him she was an Indian like us and her life didn’t matter.”



81 comments on “20 DECEMBER 2019

    • Dear Suzanne,

      Isn’t it amazing who didn’t make the history books. This lady’s name came across a TV commercial for Native American History month in November which of course whetted my appetite for more. Thank you for reading and commenting.



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  • As the Four Tops once said, It’s the same old song.
    The arrogance and indifference of the self-appointed ‘superior’ races to the suffering and indeed death of others should serve as a warning to us all.
    Your tale is sensitively told, m’lady

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  • It’s easy to see why she was determined to make a difference, another thing to imagine the hard work and trials she must have gone through in order to achieve her goal. Thanks for illuminating Rochelle. Hope you have a relaxing holiday season.

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  • Powerful, timely story still, alas, for some human beings are still viewed as less worthy of protecting, saving, or treating. What a painful story and yet a reminder of what must not be forgotten or looked away from. We are only as humane as how we treat all other human beings.
    Left my contribution (far lighter fare, mine) with the froggy!

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    • Na’ama Y’karah,

      So very true. There are certainly some who aren’t worthy of the title of doctor, aren’t there? It’s nice to know of people like Susan who rose to above and beyond the call. If only everyone could appreciate our differences instead of…In any event, thank you.



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      • Amen! And … yes, may the better judgement and true morals rise over gaslighting, corruption, and diminishing some groups of people while glorifying other groups when there is no inherent superiority (or inferiority) in any group.


  • Dear Rochelle,

    You do these so brilliantly. I love how you bring forth a real person through a fictional story and teach us. This truly is a gift you have. That this happened (happens) is appalling but I love how it was the spark that led her down her path.
    Beautifully done,

    Shalom and lotsa love,


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    • Dear Dale,

      Historical people fuel my passion. I do these stories for myself as much as anyone, to remind myself that they were living, breathing human beings who felt joy and sorrow like anyone else. Thank God for people like Susan who saw the wrong and set her sights on making it right. And thank God for friends like you who brighten my days. 😀

      Shalom and lotsa plain ole friendly hugs,



  • Dear Nurse Diesel W(T)F,

    It’s not always funny, the things that lead us to aspire to become somethng more than we dreamed or imagined we could be.

    Take me for instance, who would have thought I would ever started a campaign to prevent mimes from stealing invisible objects and DNR tags?

    Happy Hanukkah,
    Colton Lowry, esquire

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    • Dear Detective Lowry,

      Colton is it? Who nu? My invisible box of DNR tags is securely tucked away where on detective is allowed to go. Happy to see your funny face back on the Hollywood Squares. I’ve been keeping a light on for you, but as it is with these new-fangled 5 year bulbs, it went out after a month.

      Merry Christmas,

      Nurse Diesel W(T)F

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      • Dear Nurse Diesel W(T)F,

        Tis going to be a bleak Christmas this year. Poor Lowry has been suspended from the Belton police force and broken up with Lucinda. With him on the sidelines, mimes are apt to be running rampant all over town. Oh, if only this dark cloud had a silver lining . . .

        Please start a Go-Fund-Me page for our broken hero.
        Yours truly,
        Colton Lowry, Esq.


  • What an inspirational woman! When I think of how she not only knew how to heal the sick, but was also such a pioneer for Native American rights I’m awestruck. You illustrate her character with a touching anecdote.

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    • Dear Penny,

      As I told Dale, I think I do these stories as much for myself as anyone else. It’s good to remember that historical figures were living, breathing. feeling human beings. Thank you for your kind words, my friend.




  • Super story and what an inspirational woman – I’m going to read more about her tonight as I’d not heard of her before. Another example of the attempts to write Indigenous women out of history. Thank you for introducing me to her.

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  • For shame on a doctor who refuses to heal the sick. Good on her for taking on a sacred purpose and doing it right. Lovely story, Rochelle. And if I don’t see you next, Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, and best wishes to you and the family.

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  • This is amazing, Rochelle. For a woman to become a doctor at this time was hard enough, rare enough, but for a Native American woman it must have been exceptionally rare, probably well into the twentieth century too. As others have said, your light touch with making history human is spot on. Thank you for sharing Susan’s story.

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