My son nearly died, and my persistence was the only thing that saved him. I kept insisting on more blood tests, despite being told he was just dehydrated or going through typical teenage malaise, and that it would pass. Eventually, a blood test revealed something was seriously wrong, and we rushed him to the ER. The doctor told me that if we had waited another two or three days, my son likely wouldn’t have survived.

Now, I spend my evenings trying to learn as much as I can about basic medicine and delving into endocrinology. I don’t blame the doctors themselves—they’re overworked. But I do blame the system that pushes people toward becoming YouTubers instead of doctors.