Current Position: Director, Provider Relations, Henry Ford Health System, Detroit Michigan
Remember the Print Shop? Many of you may not, but many of us do. Long before the internet and electronic communication, that was the only means to mass produce communication to employees. And, that’s where Emilia started her health care career while going to school. She would see all types of information from Administration long before it would be distributed to employees and she recognized the importance of keeping that information confidential.
Maybe because they felt she could be trusted with confidential information, Administration asked Emilia to cover for the medical staff secretary while she went on a 2-week honeymoon. She was told she would need to do some typing and work with the medical director, Dr. A. What they didn’t tell her was that this physician was on his fifth secretary in two years. Dr. A was a 6’6” anesthesiologist, attorney, retired army colonel and had been a prison warden. He didn’t speak to anyone, he “barked.” After two weeks, Emilia had had enough. She told him what she thought of his “style,” and was sure she would never work in a medical staff office again.
After leaving the Print Shop a year later, she drifted in and out of various positions within healthcare, but every year received calls from the community hospital about having lost another medical staff secretary and the fact that Dr. A. wanted her to come back to work for him. Four years later, she was working in the professional building next door to the hospital when Dr. A. showed up at the door. Long story short, she said “yes” and says she also made one of the best decisions of her life when she went to work with Dr. A. for the next 13 years until he retired.
Upon leaving the community hospital, Emilia started to work at a psychiatric hospital as the Director of Accreditation/Medical affairs. Her quest for always wanting to learn more, led her to a position at a health plan as the Credentialing Manager three months before their NCQA survey. She knew nothing about NCQA, so it was a baptism by fire.
With several years of behavioral health and managed care credentialing experience, she set her sights on CVOs and went to work at a failing health system CVO. There, as Corporate Director of the CVO for sixteen years, she found her passion for redesigning and leading change.
Then the call came from Henry Ford Health System to redesign their CVO which included Provider Enrollment. She has been there for six years and is enjoying every moment of another new learning experience.
I enjoy innovating and creating new synergies. (Emilia recently automated the request for the application process and eliminated paper and faxing.)
Because I never let my job description define my roles and capabilities.
Learning about provider enrollment and reducing claims denials from $15 M to $3 M in two years.
Creating solutions to automate the provider enrollment process.
Be fearless and a continuous learner.
Scrapbooking. I started scrapbooking 15 years ago after a trip to Disney World. Those fun pictures were NOT going into a Rubbermaid bin! I started out with stickers and paper and now use all types of mixed media. Fun, fun, fun.
Oh, this is tough. I can think of ten things I want to be when I grow up. I guess I would like to be the world’s leading authority on Renaissance Art and restoration. I would have my own private studio in Positano, Italy where I and my apprentices would restore paintings to their original state.
Ben Hur, the 1959 film. Great story, and I am fascinated by how the cameramen shot the chariot race with the type of technology they had at that time.
Dessert, nothing like the sweet, creamy filling of a cannoli!
My mom dressed me up as the Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz.
My children and I enjoy Halloween together so everyone can see our little ones. Three years ago my kids forgot to tell me that the adults were dressing up as well. When everyone arrived at my home and I had no costume, I ran upstairs and pulled a white sheet out of the linen closet, cut out holes for my eyes and came down the stairs as a ghost. Our little ones never knew the difference.