Well now it's 6 months into my new profession as an independent patient advocate and I like it. I've had 8 clients so far, and some of them even paid me. A few were pro bono on purpose, and the one that matters most was unintentional. Dad is still client number one, which he regularly reminds me.
In this new chapter, I don’t have to do much marketing and public exposure falls into my lap. The need is growing and the stories are intense. A local news crew came to my house to film me in action; it may or may not get on the air, I’m fine either way. The highlight of the experience was the camera guy complimenting me that I had clearly been trained on media interviews. Indeed I was – in 1997, courtesy of the insurance company I used to work for and am now poking a stick at to make sure they do their job. That’s perfect. As I wrote in my first blog post 6 years ago, I thank my parents for their genetic transmission of a fine sense of irony and appreciation of the absurd.
Shameless plug: look at www.kazadvocate.com and let me know any suggestions for improvement, because I realize that promotion has its place.
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