Is spirituality part of your life? I’d like to think that it is part of mine; yet I often fail to acknowledge God’s blessings. And then something happens that reminds me how rich my life is. Most of the times the signs are in the “small fine print” and not in the flashy big screens. Here is an email I rec’d last night from my daughter who’s a medical student. Most of us live by learning from our own experiences but do we also learn from our children lives’ challenges?
I wanted to let all of you know that I love you dearly, and miss you very much! I am at the halfway point of my surgery rotation, and have been trying to keep a log of what’s been going on. To give you an idea of whats been going on during this clerkship, I’ve decided to share with you an excerpt from my log.
“These past few weeks have been very enlightening. I’ve learned much about human kind, myself, and life. Surgery has been an interesting clerkship, not only because it’s been one of the most demanding, but also because it’s given me a lot of insight into the world and culture of medicine.
Today, I spoke with Dr. D, the chief vascular resident on my general surgery rotation at the VA. She is currently in her seventh and last year of surgery residency, and is 37 years old. We spoke a little between seeing patients in clinic, and among the things we talked about, we talked about how an attending made a resident and a medical student cry the other day. She felt bad for both students and thought it was totally unnecessary for an attending to be so rude. She told me that she has changed a lot over the years in residency. Perhaps due to the heartless ways in which the people (esp those high in rank) have treated her, her colleagues, and patients. She has become jaded and trusts people less. She is less naïve about this world, she told me. This made me sad. For multiple reasons. First, it made me sad to think that others can be heartless and so emotionless to not care or be aware of other people’s feelings. Sure, they might be saving someone’s life by taking out an inflamed gallbladder or performing some other incredibly advanced surgical procedure. But if they have no heart, then what good does it really do? How can people be so selfish, heartless, and power hungry to feast off of naïve and caring people who are inspired to do good in this world? Do they realize that they are contributing to a jaded system??? The attending physician has a duty not only to his patients, but also to his students, and if he cannot perform both jobs well, he should choose just the one be does better.
My moral dilemma continues. I see myself torn between having a heart and becoming numb to the painful situations patients are in. Over the past few days, I’ve become attached to patients. I’ve seen them go through pain. I’ve seen a little girl die from being attacked by her own dog. I have seen a 56 year old man mangled by, not one, but two cars. I have seen the results of multiple acts of violence.
During my rotation, I have also seen incredible endovascular operations by very talented and experienced vascular surgeons. I have seen a 79 (!) year old lively, and happy man receive an incredibly complex and risky surgery, and survive! And I think to myself, “wow, he is so resilient.” I wish I could be like that.
What does it take to be resilient like that? Does it take not taking things to heart too much? Or does it mean putting into life all the heart that you have?
Today, we washed a freshly amputated leg of a man who previously had necrotizing fasciitis. My duty was to hold his leg stump up so the resident could see the wound better. The patient was obviously experiencing severe phantom pain as we were washing him. My arms were sore from holding his leg stump in a weird position, and although I was trying to hold his leg up as gently as possible, I couldnt help but feel that I was contributing to his pain, and possibly doing more damage to his leg by putting so much pressure on it with my hands to keep it raised for the resident surgeon. Each scream that came from his mouth made me cringe.
I hurt with the patient. I hurt with the family. IS this a weakness? In a sense it is. It is not too much appreciated in the field of surgery, especially when it interferes with making rational decisions for the patient’s best interest. And I understand that. It makes sense. Surgeons are expected to be tough, stoic, and the surgeon who is able to be level headed and non-emotional during a surgery is the one to be revered. I respect that. And most of the surgeons I’ve worked with are very kind to their patients, even though they do not become involved emotionally. Note: there is a big difference between being kind and becoming involved. Is becoming involved a weakness? On the other spectrum, at what point does stoicism become heartlessness? We, including the physician, are supposed to be human not robots.
Do you ever have a moment, an otherwise perfectly ordinary moment, when you pause and realize that you are truly happy, and for no apparent reason? I do. I have had moments like these in the past. Of course, I have also had moments of sinking despair. But I can honestly say that I have never been more content. With each day, I grow a little wiser. I hope to pass this wisdom on to others. At the same time, I hope to gain wisdom from the people I love, the people that I don’t feel like loving, the moments that shoot me to cloud nine, and the moments that lead me to question my existence.
This life has been a roller coaster so far….a fast one…and I am looking forward (with excitement and I have to admit, a little hesitation!) to the many vertical drops, loops, and figure eights ahead… :-)”
I hope this gives you a little insight into life as a med student…Although I haven’t had too much time to talk with you, I am thinking of you always, and am very blessed to have you all in my life. You inspire me to be better everyday!