Hello all,
Just wanted to reply to the above messages. I don't want to start a flaming war (I think that is what they are called.), but I the last few posts got me thinking about some things.
First, Lala, I am truly sorry if my last post suggest that I thought all MDs were not good people/doctors/etc. That was not my intent at all. However, I do feel that many doctors today are trained very poorly to deal with people or at least there is a serious breakdown in the entire way we conduct medicine in this country.
Everyone has a reason they want to go into the health care field. Mine was my father. As I was finishing up my last few months of undergrad work, I got an email from my mother. My father had been low on energy for a few months and had recently started having stomach pains. The email was simple. "He's got cancer, it's all over his body. They want to run some more tests." I finished college and moved home to help take care of him. The next six months he went from being a 250 lbs, 6'2" hulking giant to a 160 lbs, wheel-chair bound shell of himself. It was one of the hardest periods in my life.
And in that time I learned how broken our medical system was. It's not that any of the doctors who dealt with us were incompetent (He had great insurance) or that they were bad people. It's just that somewhere along they way they had all gotten so specialized in a specific area, that they forgot that area was attached to a whole. Or that that whole was a person.
I don't know how to explain to what it was like. On day there was one doctor, our HMO doc, a pretty good guy. And then the next there were 7 doctors. And we would go from appt. to appt. and doctor after doctor would ask what pills he was on (there was a constantly updating list--about 2 pages long) and then prescribe a few more. At one point, I kid you not, he was taking over 23 medications a day. Not pills, medications, the pill count was up near 40. And after a while my family began to get mad. THis pill caused this side-effect so he got another one to handle that side effect. Everyone was so specialize that no one knew what meds cancelled each other out. Or if they did they didn't take it into account. In a way, it was like, "Oh, it's the big C." and they wiped their hands of it.
Finally, we ended up with someone called a clinician (there were so many medical people in and out of our lives that lost track of who did what after a while). She went through the meds and told to drop about half because they were cancelling each other out. So we did. He was on chemo though at that point.
Finally, someone told us that it didn't look good and we elected to stop the chemo and radiation. I looked at my father. He looked mostly dead already. He decided that he wanted to die with some dignity. So, then we began going to all of the doctors and saying "Which pill can we drop from this list you gave us?" "None" they would say. "Why?" "Well, he needs this to have this and this to have this." "Wait, doc, he's dying remember? You can't save him. Cut the crap. What does he need to not be in pain?" That would stop them fast. "Um, well, just this one and this one." We finally got down to 6 pills and eventually just tossed those out when he went on the morhpine. In the end, he died at home with us. He went peacefully. And we knew we had won. Because he hadn't died surrounded by people who were 'just doing their job'. He died surrounded by the people that loved him.
I don't know if I can convey to any of you what that means. It's like when all you have left is to die, then the way that you do it is the most important thing in your life. He never spent more than one night in the hospital and he never spent it alone, with out one of us sleeping in the chair beside him. He died at home.
What angers me about the medical communtity is the way everyone was so free of responsibility. "I just know my little area of specialization. I can't get in trouble if I don't go out of that area." But how does this effect the other areas? There was something horribly alien in saying "Yes, doctor, but what about quality of life?" and then watching them squirm and say "But we are keeping him alive." To see that they just didn't get it. Why was that? Where did they lose the knowledge that being alive wasn't necessarily always living?
Lala, I never meant to say that doctors were bad people. A really good doctor (the head of Hopsice) finally stepped in and did help us convince the other MDs (and maybe DO's too, at the time I didn't know the difference) that there was a difference in being alive and living.
However, years before this and while this was going on I had been having knee problems. I had seen a number of doctors for it. I had tried and followed faithfully everything they ever prescribed, from exercise, to stretching to muscle relaxants. Everything short of surgery. Then I went to an NMT who fixed my knee problems in 2 sessions. Like a lot of my clients, she was a last ditch effort for me. And I asked myself, "I've seen a pleathora of physcians, why didn't they just say they didn't know how to help me and let me go on about my way?" Maybe its because physcians are trained to always have an answer. To give the patient complete faith in them. "If we don't come off completely confident the patient will lose faith and go somewhere else." Personally, I would have just prefered the honest "I don't know" and then have them list all my options, even modalities that they didn't agree with, but knew some people had gotten help with? Or even some that they didn't buy at all, but said, "Hey, some people try this. I'm not going to sign off on it, but it's out there?" Why didn't any of them get out into the community and get to know their local practioners. Spend a few dollars to find out whether or not they got any results so they could refer their patients on?
That was what made me upset. That there are so many things out there, but it seems like so many are hesistant to look into it. Like there's this iron curtain of silence around them. The patients are the ones that suffer. And not because the information is not out there, but because few go looking for it.
So, no, Lala, I have no beef with doctors. I have a beef with the way they do things. I think the best way to become a health care practioner is to live with pain and disease for a while. How can any of us possibly hope to help those in pain, when we haven't been their ourselves? I can read a book or get a computer to find out about my disease.
It is the human part of the doctor that is missing. And that can be missing in all of us. There are tons of bad NMT's out there. I am one some days myself. The days when you walk in and wish you were somewhere else. When you are slamming clients through and not looking at anything but their charts. We all have those days. It's only when don't notice we are having them that we begin to hurt the people who come to us for help.
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