By Dr. Steve LaTulippe
I am angry! And I’ll admit my humanity by saying I wish “the Preacher” of the Old Testament book of Ecclesiastes mentioned “a time for anger” in his list of things having an appointed time. However, he did say “There is an appointed time for everything” (Ecclesiastes 3:1). Let that suffice.
Today, my wife Teresa and I spent the last of three days clearing out my medical clinic; the sale closes on this day. Entering the clinic one last time, we first listened to phone messages. One of my patients called in, cussing up a storm. I had treated his opioid addiction caused by a psychiatric misdiagnosis, despite having been to multiple physicians in the past. He was rescued, and for the first time in his life he was gainfully employed, overwhelmingly happy that he could for the first time in his life pursue his long-neglected life goals. His family was ecstatic. Unfortunately, he was abandoned when my license was revoked, and he refuses to see any other physician. He is now back on the streets doing heroin. Thank you, Oregon Medical Board. I am so very angry.
I then called a sweet elderly patient who stated she loved a painting of a mother and child on display in my clinic. I offered her the painting. With a raspy voice, she thanked me greatly for the services I rendered her and her adopted children who were such a challenge raising. “You made our lives so much better. Thank you! She whispered. She had refused my recommendations for diagnostic intervention a couple years ago, feeling she didn’t have time for that. She is now on hospice. I feel sad and angry.
I served my country with a military career that included avionics, aviation and medicine. As the sweat now drips from my face from moving our office equipment and personal effects, I think of the Socialist oppression I saw firsthand during military assignments. Now, I am the victim of a Marxist governor whose illegal mandates gives cause for my medical license to be indefinitely withheld. I think, “politics-based medicine” … and I am very angry.
Obedience to my medical oath to best serve my patients, to protect them and treat them to the best of my abilities, come hell or high water is what has led to the demise of my medical practice. The medical board calls me an immediate danger to the public, without a trace of evidence to support this judgement. I only committed to alleviating suffering and pain, to treat the sick. Not a good choice among a carnival of fools. Yes, I am angry.
The Bible says, “Be angry, and do not sin” (Ephesians 4:26). It’s hard to be angry, and not sin. But Jesus was angry when He drove the money changers from the temple, when He called the Pharisees a brood of vipers, and whenever He saw injustice. Righteous anger is not evil. It can be a cattle prod to awaken us from slumber. I am no longer working 15-hour days in my clinic, and therefore I am free from the constraints of the corrupt world of medicine and can openly and boldly speak truth. Medical cancel culture, as with every form of evil present in America, is here to stay—unless we dare to speak up, to expose the unfruitful works of darkness, and to pay the price for freedom. I refuse to be a bystander any longer. Silence is complicity. Inaction is deadly. Anger, rightly channeled, is but a conduit for action. Now is the time to stand for what you believe. Now is a time for anger. Let’s do something, shall we?