Friend,

My mom was always on top of us about our health. She was a home health nurse and would treat us like she did patients — always reminding us about the importance of eating healthy, taking our vitamins, and staying away from cigarettes.

So when she started losing weight, and her sister was diagnosed with lung cancer, I started to get nervous.

I made an appointment for her to get a chest scan, but she didn’t go. I think she was scared of what they’d find. My mom finally went to get the scan when my aunt passed away, three months after getting diagnosed. Sure enough, my mom had lung cancer.

I immediately flew her out to live with me in California and get treatment at my hospital. I’d go into meetings with her team of doctors prepared with all the most recent data, determined to get her five extra years with us, but they waved us off and said she’d have just six months.

For the first time, I was on the other side of the doctor’s desk. And it was awful.

My mom lost control of her legs and arms, and her brain scan came back abnormal. I told the neurologist I thought she had an autoimmune disease where the cancer tricks the body into attacking its own brain. They dismissed my concerns, saying it was just dementia from high blood pressure — a condition common in black women. But my mom didn’t have high blood pressure.

I wheeled her to and from chemo each day because she couldn’t walk, and fed her when she couldn’t move her own hands. All while her team of doctors refused to do anything about it.

They only did a brain biopsy and discovered the real problem — the autoimmune disease I’d asked about to begin with — after I threatened to sue. They gave her new medication and overnight she regained control of her body. Her chemo finished, and she’s been cancer-free ever since. Alive, and healthy.

But I was still so mad. Angry, that the system I’d dedicated my life to was failing patients like my mom. We were supposed to be science-based, but so many decisions seemed to hinge on bias.

When they say that black women receive worse care, I now know it’s true. I’m scared to think what would have happened to her if I hadn’t gone to medical school — and hadn’t had the training to know how to advocate for her.

That’s when I first thought seriously about running for office. Our country has serious issues that our elected officials are ignoring, just like those doctors ignored my mother.

I will be your advocate in Congress, just like I was for my mother and continue to be for my patients. From voting rights to stopping the spread of COVID, we deserve a representative who brings a sense of urgency to the problems facing American families.

If you’re ready to elect a representative who will bring a sense of urgency for change to Congress, will you pitch in $10, $25, or $50 to my campaign today?

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Thank you for your support,

Dr. Kermit Jones

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