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Exponential Ire

I was invited to a “networking party.” I went. I was horrified by what transpired there. And disgusted. And felt blindsided. And angry. And blown away by the prevalence of what I couldn’t decide was greed, ignorance, or an unseemly combination of the two. And what magnified the intensity of my repulsion was the fact that a large proportion of the people involved have the title, “doctor” (although none of them were MDs, DOs, or PhDs). I felt mortified.

The evening began like any other business networking event. We walked around, munching on some hors d’oeuvres and shmoozing informally. Then we all gathered for the formal part of the evening, where we all took turns introducing ourselves to the group with a brief “elevator pitch” (quick spiel) of what we did for a living, and if we were a visitor we told the group whose guest we were that evening. And then, the presenter began. And I almost fell over.

This was not a networking thing. This was a pyramid scheme.

The presenter had a board with little velcro hearts and rainbow-colored umbrellas arranged in a triangle shape with the apex at the bottom. There were four layers, so above the one cute little velcro item on the bottom there were two on the layer on top of it, four in the next layer, and six (with two empty spaces) at the top. The presenter then explained how each little symbol represented a person in this wonderful system, and how each new member was added to the top layer when they paid a “gift” of $1,000 to the person at the bottom. She added two symbols to the top to complete the row of eight and to then demonstrate that when the person on the bottom had received her $8,000 in “gifts,” having originally only payed in a gift of $1,000, thereby netting $7,000, the pyramid above split into two, and each of the people who had been in that next layer above the recipient would now be the recipient of the $1,000 from each new member in the next layer of people who joined, with this pattern repeating so that each person would end up netting $7,000.

There were multiple assurances from the presenter and confirming enthusiastic shouts from people in the room that this was all perfectly legal, since it was all in the form of “gifts,” and that it was not at all a “pyramid scheme.” A pyramid scheme is a model in which members make money solely by recruiting new members to pay into a program, and new members pay in with the expectation that they will have a turn as a money recipient. This was absolutely a pyramid scheme.

Pyramid schemes are unsustainable. They implode. The people who start them and get in on them early will make money off the many people who will lose their money when they join later.

In the room that evening, people bragged that they were on their second time through. They spoke of how wonderful it was to be able to “help” the person on the bottom who only invested $1,000 but now was on her way to receiving many times that amount. And they spoke of how noble it was to help the people in this group, who each had reasons for needing to grow their money – tuition for their children’s college, seed money for starting their own businesses, etc.

What they neglected to discuss was the basic math involved. The concept of exponential or geometric growth. The one person who started the program needed to recruit 14 other people to fill in that first triangle cycle with the top layer of people each paying in $1,000. For each of those 8 payers to receive their $8,000 and split the triangle in two for the people in the next layer up, they needed to recruit one hundred and twelve people (sixteen to pay the two people in the original second layer, thirty-two to pay the four people in the original third layer, and sixty-four for those eight people in the original 4th layer). For those sixty-four who paid in to the original fourth layer of eight people to receive their own payout requires recruiting eight hundred and ninety-six more people. This is because each layer of people must double three times for the payout to be complete. Within about 9 of these complete cycles you’ve covered the population of the United States, and in less than two more full cycles after that you’ve covered the population of Earth.

Obviously this contrivance collapses fairly quickly. A lot of people will lose their money, since the number of people buying into the game plan is finite. The system is designed to have a lot of people lose their money. This particular scheme tries to make it ok by describing the buy-in as a “gift,” thereby trying to excuse themselves from being obligated to each person buying in.

How scuzzy. How unethical. Or, if giving some of the people involved the benefit of the doubt, how ignorant.

And as I mentioned above, several of the people who were a part of this scheme (not people who were brought in as guests to this “networking party”) were members of professions in which they have patients and people call them “doctor.” They are not MDs or DOs, but they refer to themselves as “primary care doctors.” They are practitioners of “alternative medicine.” And here at this event they were actively taking part in a scheme that showed they either lacked a basic understanding of high school math or they understood it quite well and were willing (and hoping) to exploit the ignorance of others for their own financial gain. Either possibility is frightening in members of professions that purport to care for the health and physical well-being of others.

Members of these particular professions frequently speak against conventional medicine. They speak of “toxins” in vaccines. They promote homeopathic “remedies” and “preventions.” Do practitioners in these fields not understand the math involved when each person with measles in an un-immunized population infects 12 to 18 others, how quickly that number explodes, and how 2 out of every thousand people infected will die (significantly more, up to 10%, in areas where people are malnourished and don’t have access to adequate medical care) and how many will suffer blindness, encephalitis, or pneumonia secondary to a measles infection? Do they not understand the comparison of those numbers to the one person in a million who will suffer a severe allergic reaction to the vaccine? Do they not understand that a homeopathic remedy, which is created when an herb or a poison (yes, a poison) is diluted multiple times (so that there is exponentially less of the substance with each step), leads to a solution in which there is no detectable active ingredient (which is actually a good thing in the case of the poisons) – the opposite of exponential growth? Or do they understand these concepts well enough but are willing to exploit the ignorance of others for their own financial gain, even if that exploitation is not just financial but is at the expense of the health and well-being of those whom they purport to “heal?”

I do not presume that every alternative medicine practitioner participates in predatory Ponzi schemes. But each of us, especially when we make a point of announcing our profession and describing what we do, is a representative of our profession. If there had been a group of financial planners taking part in that pyramid racket, what would you think of that profession? What if there had been a large contingent of lawyers? Or teachers? What would that do to your trust of that profession as a whole? I know that there are chiropractors who treat back pain and don’t talk their patients out of vaccinations or into useless remedies or out of appropriate medical care. But I have to try harder now to remind myself of that. And I find it easier to understand when the general public complains that “doctors” are just looking to make money when I find “naturopaths” who call themselves “doctor” trying to recruit people into a pyramid financial arrangement that will find their recruits each out a thousand dollars as their “gift system” collapses.

It’s been almost two months since the “networking party.” Rather than continuing to fume, I am stepping back, taking a deep breath, and trying to transform my indigestion and raised blood pressure into helpful words. Think about what you do. Think about what you promote. Think about the consequences of what you do and promote, both to yourself and to others. Ask yourself if you are acting out of greed only, with a disregard for the well-being of others, or out of a sincere desire to make the world a better place. When someone is handing you a line, figure out if they are doing it out of greed (and a disregard for the well-being of others). Go back to basic math, to basic science, and to basic ethics. And when you are making a decision about your health or the health of someone you love, work with a doctor who understands and respects these basics.

Housecleaning and Doctor Visits

I spent this past week worrying that my in-laws were going to divorce me. For sure. No getting out of it this time.

I do not keep a neat house. There are piles everywhere. Piles of books. Piles of papers. Piles of clean-but-unfolded laundry. Piles of mail. Piles of music. Piles (believe it or not) of instruments. Piles of shoes. Piles of coats (it’s cold these days, but varying degrees of cold). There’s a drum set in the living room (because that’s where the piano is). Did I mention the books?

My parents-in-law keep an immaculate house. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pile of anything in it. Ever. And they’re arriving this afternoon for a weekend visit.

They get that we’re busy. They get that we suck at housekeeping. They have never, in twenty-one years of marriage or the dating years prior to that, criticized us. They focus on our strengths rather than weaknesses. But we all have our limits.

Normally, it’s possible to move the piles around a bit, tidy up around them, and keep a reasonable level of cleanliness in between the occasional deep-clean. But it’s been quite some time since the last deep-clean, and there’s only so much you can do with the touch-ups.

My house epitomizes the problem with the state of medicine today. Stay with me on this.

We’re busy in my family. You should see our Google calendar – so many overlapping color-coded blocks that it actually looks beautiful if you step back and let your eyes go a little fuzzy. So aside from regularly taking out the trash and recycling, cleaning the toilets, and doing dishes and food clean-up, other stuff gets relegated to an as-needed basis. When something gets really gross, we clean it. When something breaks, we fix it. When the toothpaste spatter around the sink reaches a critical radius, we wipe it. But when that goes on for too long without a no-one’s-going-anywhere-until-this-entire-place-is-company-ready cleaning frenzy, it can get really bad.

Bad enough that a visit from your parents-in-law, whom you love deeply, actually frightens you.

A similar phenomenon has been happening in medicine. And, like my house, it’s been getting worse. There’s no time to spend with patients. There’s more and more on the schedule. There are more billing issues to focus on. More regulations. More pressure to see a greater number of patients. More hoops to jump through to maintain board certification. Doctors have time to swab a throat here, adjust a blood pressure medication there, give a quick reminder that someone’s due for a colonoscopy, tell a patient that it would be in his best health interest to lose a little weight. It’s like cleaning around the piles. It can sort of work for a short while, but the dirt builds up.

Every so often, a doctor’s got to sit with her patient and do the equivalent of a deep housecleaning. Find out what’s going on in the patient’s life. Listen to the fact that her son’s been out of work for a year. Maybe that’ll give you the clue that perhaps the reason you’ve had to increase her insulin prescription so much recently is that she’s been giving half of it to her son, who also has diabetes.

My husband and I have spent 8-and-a-half hours so far today straightening and cleaning. We’ve got a little over an hour to finish whatever we’re able before his parents arrive.

It’ll be ok. The bathrooms with which they’ll have contact are thoroughly clean. There is no dust and there are no piles of clothing in the room where they’ll be sleeping. And much of the rest of the house is a heck of a lot better than it was. We’ve done a pretty good job. Not the ideal, whole-house deep clean, but targeted deep clean with broad adequate cleaning. Kind of like a doctor’s visit that focuses on diabetes, high blood pressure, smoking cessation, headaches, ways to reduce stress, healthy eating advice, and ways to fit exercise into a daily routine, The next visit will address the need for a screening colonoscopy, and will describe the preparation for it.

That prep would be the equivalent of our cleaning out our basement. Maybe I’ll wait until I’m 50.

 

Ebola Politics

There’s much in the news this week of a nurse who is refusing to stay in quarantine after her return from caring for patients with Ebola in West Africa. So many issues here. Hard to know where to begin.

First, the nurse is correct in her statements that there is no scientific evidence that she should be in quarantine. She has twice tested negative for the virus. She has no symptoms (a forehead temperature registered high at the airport when she first arrived in the United States, but follow-up temperature readings have been normal). The disease is not contagious until people are symptomatic. And again, she has tested negative twice so far.

The fact that she has valid scientific points does not mean that her manner of spurning authority is the most useful strategy or the wisest thing to do in this particular case.

The fear surrounding this particular disease is intense. The vitriol directed toward those who contract the disease when caring for the people afflicted by it is mind-boggling. There is a lack of logic and common sense regarding this disease which is maddening. So adopting a tone that appears belligerent is not necessarily the best way to calm fears, educate people, and work with the scientific community and government officials in a cooperative, productive and helpful way.

Thousands of people have died in West Africa due to this Ebola outbreak – about 5 thousand at this point, out of about 13.5 thousand total cases, in countries whose populations total about 22 million. The medical infrastructure is not present to adequately treat the people there and control the disease. We need more facilities and healthcare personnel to contain the outbreak. The bigger the outbreak becomes, the higher the likelihood that people with the disease will end up in the United States, so even if some people don’t have deaths of people in another area of the world high on their personal radars, the outbreak will have some effect here – it is a global issue. We need people to work together in a smart way.

Ebola is spread through contact with bodily fluids of a person who is actively sick. Casual contact with someone who does not yet show signs of disease has not been shown to transmit the virus. Monitoring people who have come in close contact with actively ill Ebola patients (i.e., healthcare workers, people who are cleaning the bodily fluids of those who are ill, etc.) through the potential incubation period (the time it takes from exposure to disease development, in the case of Ebola 2 to 21 days) is fairly easy to do when there is a small number of people to monitor. When we send large numbers of military personnel to help with the crisis overseas, it will be more difficult to monitor everyone individually on their return, and so a three week quarantine from time of last exposure makes logistical sense.

We are not quarantining every doctor, nurse, lab technician, or custodial worker involved in the care of Ebola patients and their environments. We are monitoring. We are using common sense. We are looking at the data – this is not a new disease, and we have observed the patterns of transmission.

The nurse who is fighting her quarantine has brought in lawyers. She is figuratively kicking and screaming about her rights being violated. The general public is looking at her reaction and saying, “How selfish! What a spoiled brat! How dare she put me at risk?! Three weeks is no big deal. She should err on the side of caution and be done with it!” Her belligerence invokes anger, not understanding or alliance. Her dismissal of people’s fears does not promote an environment of respect and teamwork.

The nurse’s lawyers and the state of Maine’s lawyers are currently trying to work out a compromise. This is beyond ridiculous. Why are lawyers negotiating a public health issue? The state’s public health department has authority here. The federal government, through the CDC (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention), has authority. If the state’s public health department has said “quarantine,” then the quarantine should be respected. If the state has its information wrong, the CDC can step in.

The nurse in this case is well within her rights to cry “foul” to a policy that is grounded in fear rather than scientific reality. But the crying should be done smarter.

She should have called Doctors Without Borders, with whom she’d been volunteering. She should have called WHO (the World Health Organization). She should have called the CDC. After speaking with these organizations and getting official confirmation of appropriate protocols, she should have spoken with the state authorities with whom she disagreed. If they didn’t listen to the advice from WHO and the CDC, the nurse then should have gone to the newspapers and TV networks.

I understand and agree with the stance of not blindly going along with inappropriate policy. When reality/facts/science are ignored, bad things happen. People are ostracized. People are vilified. Already, a child was kept out of school in Connecticut because she had visited Nigeria (not an epicenter of this disease, and she had not come in contact with any sick people) for a family wedding.

The school defended its decision by saying “some of the other parents were scared.” This makes about as much sense as keeping a kid out of school in the Midwest because he had visited his family in Texas, and someone in Texas had Ebola. That school ignored facts and made poor decisions based on ill-informed fears. The nurse in our story is trying to prevent such poor decisions.

If she had just said, “whatever,” and stayed inside for three weeks (or in her original quarantine tent for three weeks) she would have not suffered any long-term negative effects, but she would have been complicit in the propagation of such ridiculous events as transpired in the Connecticut school. She would have been complicit in allowing fear-generated policies to stay in place that would discourage anyone from helping those in desperate need of medical help. She, a healthcare professional, would have been complicit in bad medicine.

But by simply showing defiance and going straight to the lawyers, she, a healthcare professional, says that it’s ok for people to defy public health authorities.

So here’s an alternate unfolding of events:

Nurse gets off plane. She discloses her work with patients with Ebola. Forehead temperature scan reads high. She denies any symptoms. Because of the high temperature reading and an abundance of caution, she goes to the hospital for temporary observation. All subsequent temperature readings are normal and the nurse remains free of symptoms. Lab tests for Ebola are negative. Nurse calls Doctors Without Borders and gets contact information of their infection control experts. Nurse calls CDC and WHO and gets contact information for their Ebola gurus.

Infectious disease team at hospital talks to Ebola gurus from CDC, WHO, and Doctors Without Borders. They reach consensus. They make recommendation to local health department. Local health department makes decision based on evidence, expert consensus, and known data, rather than on TV news sound bites of the fears of random citizens with no science or health background or training. In the meantime, the nurse waits for the appropriate people to deal with the issue. And she abides by the answer.

The media circus was unnecessary. The lawyers were unnecessary. What was needed was communication among all the experts – those on the front lines, those with the epidemiology background, those with the infectious disease expertise. And the government entities needed to listen to those with the knowledge. And a healthcare professional should have recognized the need for this type of communication facilitation, and should have respected the public health entities by working appropriately through the correct channels.

Lastly, keep in mind that tens of thousands of people in the U.S. die from complications of influenza every year. Get a flu vaccine. Measles is one of the world’s most contagious diseases, and it’s contagious from four days before a rash shows up. Get your kids vaccinated. These are issues the media should be headlining in this country right now.

 

Shared Experience, or the Lack Thereof, and Understanding

I just recently attended a meeting where there was a panel discussion on caring for Holocaust survivors. The person who opened the meeting spoke about how she felt inadequate when dealing with this population because she had no personal place of reference – she had no family members who died during the Holocaust, and so she couldn’t truly understand what the survivors went through.

I have a different thought.

Although every experience each of us has helps us to put ourselves in the shoes of others, helps us to empathize, helps us to imagine what others may be going through, each shared experience also puts a potential block between us and the person we are trying to understand.

There’s an old joke: “When two people are having a conversation, one person is talking and the other person is waiting.” We know what we want to say. We are ready with our next speech. We listen to enough of what the other person is saying to tie it in and segue nicely into our “response” to what the other has said. Frequently it’s not truly a response to what the other has said – it’s our response and reaction to the thought as it was first introduced.

If we think we understand someone else, we may fail to listen enough. If we think we don’t understand them, we may listen more carefully. If we think that we cannot understand someone, then we may stop listening altogether. It’s a balance.

I am frequently struck by how differently two people can experience the same event. And I am frequently struck by how similarly two people can respond to disparate events. So alignment of thought, emotion, reaction, and experience is not completely predictable. We need not to presume that we understand someone else. We need to listen and remain open to the possibility that we might not “get” someone that we think we do, or that we might completely “get” someone to whom we had thought we couldn’t relate.

While in many cases having a fundamental experience in common can strongly connect people, the durability of that connection ultimately depends on factors other than that common experience. A genuine caring for the other person, a willingness to hear what that other person has to say (rather than just assuming knowledge of the other person’s story), and the ability to accept differences in the other person enables the relationship to grow and strengthen. When those other factors are present, that shared experience is not necessarily crucial to the interpersonal bond.

Support groups can be very helpful for many people. They pull together individuals who are sharing a specific struggle. The people in these groups can learn from one another, sympathize with one another, gain insights from one another, and support one another. But generally the people who participate in support groups are people who want the support, want to support others, want to connect. There are guidelines in place to protect members’ anonymity (if so desired), and to allow each member the opportunity to tell his or her own story, thus encouraging other members to listen. It’s not simply the shared experience that makes the groups work – it goes far beyond that.

Because I must work very hard to maintain a healthy weight, I can sympathize and empathize with people who struggle with their weight. But if I assume that their experiences and reactions are the same as mine, the counseling and advice I give could very easily not work for them. When I listen, when I get people to tell me their stories, I can combine their situation with what I know from the medical literature, what I know from my own experiences, and what I know from having listened to others’ narratives, to synthesize and formulate a plan with them.

I am not a smoker. I have never felt an overpowering urge for a cigarette. Yet I have been able to help many people quit tobacco use. My lack of sharing in the experience forced me early on in my medical career to take the time to really listen to what my patients had to say about why they smoked, why they wanted or didn’t want to quit, what made it difficult for them to quit, and what seemed to help them and what didn’t. I didn’t come at it with a preconceived notion, with an “oh, I’ve been there, I know what to do” approach – I let my patients teach me.

So while a shared experience certainly can help people understand one another, it is not necessarily so, and a lack of experience-sharing can in some instances lead to better understanding through true listening unhindered by expectations and preconceptions. The key is the willingness to listen. To stop waiting for our turn to talk, and to really listen.  Of course this means that the conversation will take longer, since we need to take the time to formulate a response after fully listening to and hearing what the other person has to say, but the communication that actually takes place during that interaction will be far more fruitful.

The person at the meeting who felt inadequate in counselling a certain population because she hadn’t experienced their trauma still has plenty to offer. If she says “I will never know what you went through, but I care about you and want to understand you. If you will teach me, if you will tell me your story, I will do my best to listen and to learn,” then she will have potentially opened a door to a connection, to trust, to a potentially therapeutic relationship, and ultimately to an understanding that can possibly help her to help the next person whose story she listens to and hears.

 

 

 

The Profundity of a Quick Visit from College

The weekend before last, my eldest son came home from college for a couple of days. Our home was in perfect harmony and rhythm. The duets (and quartets, if you count us parents) that had played over the prior month-and-a-half were once again trios and quintets. Five or six hands on the piano at a time. The clear brass joining in again with the bright woodwind and the deep bass. The voices in song with layers of harmony at the Friday night dinner table. The rhythmic click-click-click of the ping pong ball coming from the basement and the smooth, beautiful sounds of conversation and laughter late into the night. The sounds of a football being thrown as the three boys took over the street (and a few of our neighbors’ front lawns). Again, the laughter as they fake tackled one another both outside and inside the house. And inside the car. Believe it or not, you can tackle someone inside a car. I had almost forgotten that.

And then, less than 48 hours after we brought him home, we took him back to school, where he is developing his rhythms and harmonies that are separate from those of our family, yet undoubtedly still influenced by them. And the other four of us came back home, where we are adjusting our own time signatures and keys to reflect the change in our daily orchestration.

It’s funny. Of all my doctor skills, I really pride myself on being in-tune to my patients’ (and now my clients’) feelings, on my sense of empathy. But this is something I just didn’t get before – how something so good, something we’ve all worked for, can cause such an emotional upheaval. If I had been chatting with a patient a couple years ago, and she had told me her kid had just gone off to college an hour away from home, that he was doing great, that they communicated with him at least by text if not a phone call pretty much every day, and that they were able to visit with him for a couple hours on campus most weekends, I would have said, “that’s great!” and not given it much further thought, aside from being generally happy for her family’s general good fortune.

And it is good fortune. It is beautiful. It is as it should be. But it is a fundamental change. Rather than it’s being the exception that your child is away for a few hours, a few days, or a few weeks, it is now the exception that your child is home for a few days or that you see him for a few hours. And that thought can rock your world. It was very difficult walking back into the house after dropping him back at his dorm.

I now would take that conversation a lot farther with my patient. I would ask how she’s dealing with the changes in household dynamics, how her husband and other kids are adjusting, how she’s dealing with the stress of missing her child on a daily basis, whether she’s addressing the emptiness with cookies or channeling it into a daily walk. (Note: I’m walking. I have resisted the cookies.)

Our family’s song is developing. The instrumentation of our full ensemble is now the punctuation, the accent, rather than the underlying theme. It is our family’s first inversion. And our family will go through a similar second and third inversion over the next few years. The music is beautiful, yet in some ways a bit haunting. Melodious, yet profound. The beat changes and evolves, the lines harmonize and canonize as each musician conducts his own score through the blending and separations of the melodies. The music plays.

What Football and Infectious Disease Control Have in Common

Communication. Such a simple concept. And yet so many ways in which it can fail.

Two examples of communication failures hit the news this past week, both of which have potentially severe medical repercussions, albeit on very different scales.

The first occurred this past Saturday at a Big Ten football game. The quarterback took a hard hit, and his head slammed backwards onto the ground. When he got up, he was so shaken and off-balance that he stumbled and collapsed into his teammate. So obviously, he would be pulled from the game and given medical attention, right? Nope. The coach put him back in for another play, as the crowd booed its displeasure and indignation. No one could believe the coach would show such blatant disregard for his player’s well-being, and there are strict regulations in place regarding head injuries in sports and protecting the athletes when there is any suspicion they have suffered a concussion.

But the coach didn’t pull the player out for a neurological check because he (the coach) hadn’t seen the player’s hit, his head-slam, or his resultant signs of head injury. The coach knew the quarterback was playing on an injured ankle (which had been medically cleared for play), and when he saw him limp back to the sideline, he assumed it was an ankle issue, stuck him in for another play, then had medical personnel check his ankle, and put him in again. Thousands of people in the stadium saw what happened. Millions of people saw on TV. Everyone assumed the coaches saw. But they didn’t – they were monitoring so many different things, planning, talking to people, and assuming important information would get to them. But the information didn’t get to the right people.

The university where this occurred is taking steps to ensure such an event doesn’t happen again. For example, they’re placing medical personnel in the press box for future games and giving them direct communication lines to the coaches. Systems approaches are good. They help. I’m glad they’re putting in extra safety layers to protect their student athletes, and I hope other schools and teams follow this lead. But systems measures can only go so far. We also need individual safety layers, and I cannot overstate the importance of personal advocacy (both self-advocacy and advocacy of others).

If the quarterback had said, “Hey, Coach, I hit my head and don’t feel right,” or, if he was too dazed to speak for himself, if his teammates had told the coach about the injury and their concern, or if anyone who had seen the incident had spoken up and relayed the information to the coach, then the athlete would have been given prompt medical attention and not sent back out on the field to be head slammed again. People need to speak up. And they need to speak up to the people in authority – the decision makers – and not just grumble quietly or complain amongst themselves.

Earlier this week, the news hit that the first person in the U.S. had been diagnosed with the Ebola virus. Ebola requires close contact with someone who is symptomatic with the disease in order to spread. We have good infection control measures in U.S. hospitals. We have quick dissemination of news. We have the CDC (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention). We have state and local health departments. We have a lot of good systems in place. The patient had recently come from Liberia, where there is a current outbreak of Ebola. He developed symptoms, he went to the hospital, and he told some of the medical personnel that he had just recently returned from Liberia. And he was sent home with a prescription for antibiotics. And he continued to be symptomatic, exposing other people for days, until he returned to the hospital and received the correct diagnosis, appropriate medical care, and concomitant infection control measures.

In this case, the patient actually had communicated the important information, but it didn’t get to the correct people. A systems issue, to be sure. But more individual advocacy and strong communication would go a long way here, too.

I was not on the sidelines with the football team, and I was not in the emergency room where the patient first presented, but I have some pretty good ideas as to some of what may have been going on.

Both the sidelines of a football game and an emergency department can be bustling with action. Things are going on in different areas. Different teams (offense, defense, trauma, radiology….) and their respective coordinators (offensive and defensive coaches, head coaches, triage nurses, nurse practitioners, attending doctors, etc.) are functioning within a larger whole, trying to attain their overarching goal (winning a game, getting all the patients taken care of) while trying to maintain the well-being of each individual (the athletes, the patients). With so much going on, communication frequently suffers. And when people are nervous about speaking up, communication suffers.

Players may have been afraid to “argue” with a coach. They may have assumed the coach knew all the facts. The patient or his family or the nurse he originally spoke to may have assumed the ER doctor or Physician’s Assistant or Nurse Practitioner who discharged the patient had read the travel history and considered the possibility of an Ebola infection. Both situations just needed someone, anyone, to say to the decision maker, “Hey, wait a minute. Do you know that (I hit my head and can’t walk straight/the quarterback looks like he has a concussion/this patient was just in a country with an Ebola outbreak/I just flew in on a plane from Liberia)?”

Systems approaches. Individual back-ups. Individual care. Systems back-ups. All necessary to minimize the holes in the information sieve. Don’t skimp on the systems. But also never be afraid to plug the holes in the systems yourself.

 

Response to a Medical Student in Pain

This evening, I read a post by a medical student on KevinMD.com, a social media platform of voices in health care. The post is written by a woman who finds herself feeling alone, depressed, desperate, and afraid of losing herself as she goes through medical school (the post may be found here: http://www.kevinmd.com/blog/2014/09/never-understood-loss-empathy-medical-training-now.html).

This post is my response to that woman.

Dear Colleague and Friend,

You are not alone.

You are far from home. You are far from your family. You are far from the desert, the open sky, the beauty of vast open space. And you have discovered a new desert, a new open space inside of yourself. You feel alone.

But you are not alone.

You have seen the business-ification of medicine, the reduction of education to rubrics, and have felt the isolation of having your feelings categorized as solely intrinsic, with the concomitant dismissal of the thought that much of the problem may be extrinsic. You feel alone.

But you are not alone.

There are many of your med school colleagues who feel as deeply as you do, who cherish their time connecting with their patients, who struggle with existential questions and resent the relentless pace and endless volume of information thrown at you. You were studying in your apartment for two years while many of these colleagues were complaining amongst themselves while studying together or while out at the bar on a weekend. Find these people now. Join a study group. Start a study group. Join one of your med school organizations. Join another one. And another one. And another, until you find the people you need to find. And drop the organizations that don’t have the people you need.

You are not alone.

There are people who have been through this before you. Find them. Talk to residents. Talk to attending physicians. They have been down this path. Some of them will have had a similar journey to yours, and can help you navigate your way through. Some are jerks. Stay away from the jerks.

You are not alone.

Keep speaking to mental health care professionals. You’ve spoken with the school counselors – ask them for a referral to a psychologist or to a psychiatrist who does therapy. If you don’t like the first person they send you to, get a referral to another. It might take a few tries to find the right person. When you get yourself as healthy as you can be, you will be best able to help fix the flaws that you are finding within the system.

You are not alone.

There are others outside of your profession who you may find yourself being the closest to. That they have not walked the same educational and career path that you have does not mean that they cannot empathize with and connect with you on a fundamental level at the core of your soul. Call your family and friends. Vent to them. Listen to their venting. Share jokes with them. And find new friends geographically close to you – join a religious institution, a volunteer organization, a community center. Some people will not click with you. Some will.

You are not alone.

Not everyone who starts out in medicine stays in medicine. It’s ok to go in another direction if that is what you ultimately chose. No matter what kind of flak you get from others, it is your choice. You do not need to defend your choice. Know in your heart that education is never wasted – every piece of information that you’ve learned, every struggle you’ve gone through, every book that you’ve paid for, every exam you’ve studied for and taken, contribute to the overall gestalt of who you are, of what you know, and of how you interact with the world. The paths a person takes give that person perspective and wisdom.

You are not alone.

The desert inside you needs a quenching rain. May you find it during the leave of absence you are currently taking. May you re-connect with those close to you from that other life before medical school, which seems a world away but is as close as a phone call. May you visit your family’s home and take in the view of the physical desert and open sky, which can quench your inner desert like a tall glass of ice tea.

You are not alone.

You are a writer. Keep writing. Share your writing. And read. Not textbooks, but books, articles, blogs. Find the voices that speak to you, and speak back to those voices and about those voices.

You are not alone. And I wish you the very best.

Docs vs. Glocks – A Matter of Trust

Doctors talk with their patients about many things that might make some people uncomfortable – sexual issues, abuse (physical or emotional), anxiety, depression, sleep habits, bowel habits, and fears about health-related topics – things that many people might not talk about in casual conversation at the coffee shop or at work. Doctors talk with their patients about smoking, weight, eating habits, exercise, seat belt use, helmet use, and a myriad of other health and safety issues. Talking about really personal stuff is what doctors do – we’re privy to some of the most intimate details of people’s lives. We have to be. We can’t do our jobs right without thorough and open communication with our patients.

But Florida recently passed a law (which a federal appeals court ruled constitutional) that will punish doctors who ask about firearms unless that discussion is “relevant to the patient’s medical care or safety, or the safety of others.” Well, a pretty big point of discussing firearms with patients is that unlocked, loaded firearms can be exceedingly relevant to the safety of the patient and others. This is a bizarre incursion of the legislature into a doctor’s office. And I don’t like legislators in doctors’ offices. The only people who belong in a doctor’s office are the doctor, the patient, and other people whom the patient expressly invites.

As Dr. Francis W. Peabody of Harvard Medical Service famously said in his speech to medical students in 1925, “One of the essential qualities of the clinician is interest in humanity, for the secret of the care of the patient is in caring for the patient.” A good doctor cares about her patient. She asks questions so that she can understand her patients and best provide information that will benefit them. And our words frequently make a difference in people’s lives. Our thoughts, explanations, time, and support make a difference. Patients are more likely to address smoking and weight issues when these issues are broached by their doctors and specific risks are explained to them. I would extrapolate that parents would be more likely to keep firearms locked away out of children’s reach if their children’s pediatricians discussed firearm safety with them the same way pediatricians discuss car seat safety.

The arguments of the people who pushed for and are in favor of this particular piece of legislation state it as an invasion-of-privacy concern. Extrapolating from the comments sections of the online articles pertaining to this issue, there is a not-insignificant number of folks with the perception that doctors are the puppets of the government, gathering information and putting it into a big governmental database. Basically, people don’t trust that they have any privacy in their doctors’ offices.

There have been other “gag order” laws restricting what doctors are allowed to discuss with their patients (e.g. women’s health issues), but these have historically been put in place to prevent physicians from providing certain medical information to patients. The recent Florida legislation was put in place to prevent physicians from receiving certain information from patients. This particular legislative control of informational flow thus differs from others in its directionality. Traditionally, the intrusion into the doctor’s office has been due to the proponents of the laws not trusting patients (read: “not trusting women”) with information, but the current law in question indicates that its proponents don’t trust the doctors.

Pretty much any doctor-patient interaction could be construed as an invasion of privacy. Clothes are off. Orifices are inspected. Intimate subjects are discussed. And in the past there has been an understanding that all of that stays in the exam room. It’s not anyone else’s business.

But now there’s a computer in that room. And it’s pretty much a government mandated computer.

The computer certainly has some benefits for patients – it can help with remote access to records and it can catch potential drug interactions. It can help remind doctors when someone is due for a mammogram or colonoscopy. Of course it is only as good as the data entered, but when that is done with care and diligence, it can definitely be clinically helpful. And the data can be mined, hopefully in ways that provide useful clinical insights. Of course the main impetus behind that computer, and the reason it was mandated, is Medicare/Medicaid billing and payment decisions.

That computer, despite its clinical benefits, has costs. It draws a doctor’s focus and attention away from a patient and onto a screen. When was the last time your doctor spent more than 10 seconds in a row making eye contact with you? Doctors end up staring at the computer screen, reading down a list of questions and clicking boxes with the answers. So there is the sense that someone else is in the room. And there is a subsequent loss of trust.

As many thousands of pages there may be in the HIPAA laws (which are there to protect electronic patient information), I haven’t met anyone who trusts a computer more than (or even as much as) they trust a person. And most doctors I’ve spoken with don’t completely trust their electronic medical record systems or the infallibility of mandated practice protocols. Maybe the general public isn’t trusting us because we’re not completely trusting ourselves.

Giving Birth to an Adult

I sit in a shady spot on the grass by a lake, with a pen and a notebook.  There’s warm air, a cool breeze, and blue skies with pretty white clouds.  A kite is in the air off to the left, people are fishing off a dock to the right, and a sailboat is moored straight ahead. My thoughts flow quietly.

Our eldest son is now 18.  He is a legal adult.  He can vote.  He can sign his own forms.  He’ll be going to college in the fall, making his own academic choices, making his own food choices (not that he has no say in that matter now, but I do the grocery shopping, which at least determines what choices are in the house).  He’ll be making all sorts of decisions, meeting new people, trying new things, learning new subjects (or old subjects at new levels).

Our son of course has been developing into the person that he is for the past 18 years. Nothing magical happened on that day which marked the 18th anniversary of his birth.  He was the same person on the day of his birthday that he was the day before (and largely the same as the year before).  But this particular birthday hit me strangely.  While there is no magic in numbers, there is significance.

In our society, at 18 a person is given different rights and responsibilities than he or she had before.  And some of this affects me.  I can no longer call my son’s doctor to discuss his health unless my son signs a paper giving me permission to do so.  In actuality, it’s been years since I’ve discussed anything with my son’s doctor that I haven’t discussed with my son.  And although I’ve accompanied him to check-ups, I’ve also told my son for years that even though he can always discuss any medical concerns with me, that he can also discuss anything he’d like with his doctor privately. But now this privacy has legal protection.  Which makes me feel….. different.  Not bad.  Just different.  And much to my surprise, considering my general dislike of losing control, the situation feels completely appropriate.  

My professional training and experience helped shape my perspective.  Internists specialize in adult medicine, which technically encompasses from adolescent through geriatric age range.  But any time I saw a patient at the youngest end of this spectrum, about 16 years old, I felt a tinge of discomfort, that caring medically for this person should be done by a pediatrician.  That there was still, even when the person had obviously gone through puberty, something in the overall gestalt that said “child.”  I never felt that way with an 18- or 19-year-old, even when that 18 or 19-year-old was less mature than some 15-year-olds that I knew.  One was simply an immature adult or a mature child.

It is interesting that the number value of the Hebrew letters that spell the word for “life” (“chai”) equals 18.  In our modern culture, 18 is the beginning of adult life.  We have a fledgling adult body, although our brains are still undergoing significant and rapid change and development through our mid-20s.

So as our son embarks upon his adult journey, my husband and I will continue to be here for him.  And he will be here for us.  The supporter/teacher/advisor role still is heavily my husband’s and mine, while our son generally still assumes the student/advisee role.  But not in all areas.  Over the next decades, the balance will become more even overall, with each of us attaining and maintaining our individual areas of expertise and authority, and in many ways the balance will flip.

My and my husband’s lives as parents began 18 years ago.  We are now the fledgling parents of an adult (although we maintain our more seasoned status as parents of teens).

A fish splashes a few feet from the shore.  I watch as one jet trail crosses another in the sky above the lake, as two sailboats pass each other in front of me.  The sound of children wafts over from a playground in the distance, punctuated by the occasional cry of a nearby gull.  A powerboat passes a couple of canoes as a kayak cuts through the powerboat’s wake.  I pick a white dandelion and blow on it, watching as the seeds float up and out on the breeze.

18.  Life.

Step on a Crack…

I recently went to an “admitted student day” with my eldest son at the university he plans to attend in the fall.  On our campus tour, our guide pointed out a block on the ground in the center of campus (which incorporates a symbol of the university) that no one steps on because “stepping on it will cause you to fail your first exam.”  In the winter, it is the first spot to be shoveled out after it snows so that no one inadvertently steps on it.

There is no evidence whatsoever that there is any element of truth to the story.  Of course, it’s difficult to do a double-blind, placebo-controlled study, but perhaps it could be done with blindfolded students in thick, rubber-soled shoes, taken in zig-zag-y paths either around or on top of the block, prior to their first exams.  But I would think that only those disinclined to believe such stories in the first place would participate in the study, since no one would want to fail an exam if they stepped where they believe they shouldn’t step.  The not-stepping-on-the-square is different than protecting the symbol from spray paint or other vandalism by rival colleges.  And people wear this symbol on their socks (which get stepped on, obviously) and on the seats of pajama pants (which get sat on), so the not-stepping-on-it isn’t really out of respect for the symbol.  It honestly stems from fear and discomfort arising from a superstitious story.

A remarkable number of otherwise critically-thinking individuals choose to participate in this superstitious behavior.  Many who do so say that even though they don’t really believe the story, “it couldn’t hurt.”

But that kind of thinking and behavior can hurt.  It ingrains a habit of following superstition and kowtowing to irrational fears  Of ignoring fact.  Of ignoring evidence.  Of ignoring science.  And then people make excuses for the superstitious behavior and try to rationalize it: “I just felt like I shouldn’t step on it,” or “I did it out of respect to people who believed it.”

Full disclosure: I hold an undergraduate degree from this particular institution of higher learning.  And I remember walking on the block.  On purpose.  Before my first exam.  Because I did not want to have to worry about having to focus on where I stepped, and I knew that if I gave in to the story at the beginning, then I would end up becoming a slave to the superstitious behavior.  And I did not fail my exam.  But I remember feeling uncomfortable each time I stepped there (which I did frequently over my years in attendance, purposefully).

I want to explore that discomfort.  Again, I really don’t think it’s a “respect for the symbol” issue, as I and my school-mates never had any problem stepping on, sitting on, or eating over any other versions of that symbol.  I have no doubt that if the story were “step on it and you’ll get an ‘A’ on your next exam,” that it would be the most trampled upon spot on campus.  Or that if the “don’t step on” spot were 3 feet to the northeast of the block, that the northeast nondescript area would be avoided.  My unease really was a bit of a sense of fear.  That I was doing something “wrong” that somehow tempted fate.

Never mind the fact that I understood very well that attending classes, doing the reading, doing the problem sets, asking questions when I didn’t understand something, and studying were the factors which would determine my grades on my exams.  These factors have a proven, cause-and-effect correlation with exam performance.  I know that.  And I knew that then.  And yet the unease…

I think some of this unease has to do with a sense of control (or lack thereof).  I can control whether I do the reading, the homework problems, the studying.  But I cannot control what the professor will choose to ask on the test, whether it will focus predominately on subject matter I understand or on subject matter that’s more difficult for me, or how well others do (which affects the grading curve).  Believing a superstitious story (or acting on it) is an acknowledgement that some things are beyond my control, and it’s an action to try to take a bit of control over the uncontrollable.

And yet this lack of ability to control everything is precisely the reason it is dangerous to fall into the superstitious behaviors.  They have the ability to make us feel like we have control when we don’t, and to make us neglect the factors over which we really do have a lot of power.  The superstitious behaviors can indicate that we’re giving up on the provable, the scientific, the rational behaviors.  And we need to remind ourselves not to do that.  We need to make sure that the fear doesn’t take away our power of rational thought and behavior.  We need to remember that although the rational behaviors do not produce infallible results, they are still supremely more reliable than the superstitious, especially when they are not simply “rational,” but also studied and scientifically/factually verified.  We need not to allow a tiny amount of uncertainty or discomfort to outweigh a preponderance of evidence.

Doctors need to remember that their patients frequently feel a lack of control.  And that patients experience fear.  We need to understand the tendency of many people to feel superstitious.  We need to understand the feelings that drive people to seemingly irrational behavior.  We need to remember that once a seed of fear is planted, it can sprout roots and gain hold.  We need not to roll our eyes when people express fears about vaccines, but we need to acknowledge the sense of unease that a human has when he or she feels as if he or she has incomplete control in a situation, and the fear that person has when someone has planted a seed of doubt and suspicion.  The more we understand our patients, the better we can communicate with our patients, the better we can relate to our patients (and our patients to us), and the more likely we are to be heard and our advice followed.

And all of us need to think about what we are afraid of and why.  When there is overwhelming evidence, for example, of the safety of immunizations and the science behind them, we need to think about why we would be afraid of a a repeatedly dis-proven risk, why we would allow the roots of that seed to take hold once we have figured out that it’s a weed, not a flower.  We need to think about why we feel compelled to buy special water with a “memory” of a magic herb and grow suspicious of “western ” or “traditional” medicine.  Or why we are afraid to step on a specific square on the ground.  And we need to force ourselves to step on that square, so that we reinforce our resolve not to become slaves to irrational thinking and behaviors.  The fact that we do not have 100% control does not mean that we should throw up our hands and disregard a preponderance of evidence.

It’s scary not to have complete control.  But every human is faced with such reality.  It is incumbent upon us not to allow that fear to assume de facto control.