At the time, it felt ambitious, disruptive—perhaps even romantic—especially for those of us practicing within the hidebound confines of academic medicine, where change happens like the glaciers…

Together, we can create the path that future generations deserve to walk. One with room to breathe, to grow, and to sleep in peace…

When plausible mechanisms of harm exist, the burden is on the profession to disprove—not simply deny—that harm…

As a child, he wore cervical headgear to correct a bite that wasn’t hurting anyone except maybe the expectations of the school photographer. Now, as an adult, he wonders: was the cost of that correction ever truly explained?

It’s important to realize that this clinical failure is no individual’s fault. It is a failure of integration, a symptom of a deeper disease.

Claudio’s suffering happened due to a failure of language.

Now, all these years later, I’m still serving. No uniform. No salutes. Just a different kind of frontline. So..this Memorial Day, as I cast my memory back, I’m not just remembering the fallen. I’m remembering what they fell for — and what I’m still standing for. Because the fight didn’t end when I hung up my BDU’s.

It just changed theaters.

This isn’t just bad medicine. It's a category error. It's what happens when insurance criteria are mistaken for clinical truth. When numbers replace narratives. When we swap out the complex, multicolored tapestry of human sleep for a grayscale spreadsheet column labeled "AHI."

This is not the world of “doctor knows best,” anymore! It’s the world of the gardener, the listener, the story-weaver. And it is the world Rebis Health was born to inhabit.

…Complex problems can’t be solved by just throwing expertise at them. These problems are emergent, messy, and relational. Think ecosystems, economies, raising teenagers—or managing chronic health conditions like Sleep Apnea….

The result is a tool not just to educate, but to transform. A strange and beautiful hybrid: medical compass, leadership primer, cognitive exoskeleton, and bedtime parable…

“When the pressure goes too high, it feels like a JET ENGINE strapped to my face!”

Looking back, I see now that he gave me a narrative that allowed me to think outside of panic, and into joy, despite the circumstances.

Most folks who have found their way into the field of “sleep” have an “AHA!” moment to share, something that changed them, made them see things differently, made them follow a new course. Everybody’s moment is different. This is mine… 

When a project like this moves forward, you have a thousand little choices that you make, so it helps to listen carefully to what the Universe is trying to tell you. Some messages are faint, some are hard to miss. The message I’ve been getting has been so loud, it’s almost deafening.

The Elephant in the Room is the fracturing of our health care system itself…

I’ve been thinking recently about the real meaning of the word collaboration, about what it feels like to truly be in a collaborative state. I know that it’s something more than just 500 people all getting into the same building to broadcast their message, to show the slides of truth, as seen from their silo.

What I actually discovered was my own ignorance, leading me on a journey that took me through time, space, friendship, music and love, seeking for a way to make the journey of Sleep Apnea feel whole, for both providers and patients.

The construct has become the reality. The monster is fully awake.

Hear that? That steady drip, drip, drip? That’s the ugly sound of venture capitalists drooling.

Today, I wanted to write an essay about walking between the raindrops, finding silver linings, and making lemonade, and…well…it just kept coming around to the same image.

So, I figured I’d go with that.