I started medical school in 1975, around the time the image of physician as a kind, wise, helpful, infallible, and exclusively white malemythologized by James Kildare, Marcus Welby, and the brooding Ben Caseywas becoming tarnished, replaced by a far more realistic but much less comforting version. In subsequent years, disappointment would turn to anger and cynicism, expressed in mutual distrust and an explosion of malpractice litigation.
My attending physicians in medical school and residency reflected that reality, varying widely in age, temperament and clinical competence. Some of them still embodied those traits patients held dearcompassion and genuine concernbut others had become short-tempered, sarcastic and condescending towards their patients, their colleagues, and those of us in training.
Those physicians reserved a special scorn for the latter-day Inquisition known as the Morbidity and Mortality Conference, during which the care of a physician whose patient suffered a bad outcome was scrutinized. The Grand Inquisitor presented the case piecemeal, pausing to offer up tidbits from the chartlab results, x-rays, nurses noteswhile sometimes occasionally professing amazement that the offending physician had missed something intuitively obvious to the most casual observer. Some of this may have been defensive; the fear of being in the hot seat one day. There but for the grace of God go I.
New physicians are invariably young, naïve and idealistic and I was no exception. Id witnessed bad behavior first hand and swore I would be different. I would listen to my patients and wouldnt rush them. I wouldnt become an arrogant asshole. I wouldnt be afraid to admit, I dont know. Above all, I would make fixing all their problems my personal mission, instead of blithely dismissing their complaints as psychosomatic.
This delusion is comparable to your teenager telling you he or she will be a MUCH better parent than you were, with a similar rude awakening. Its not as simple when your own butt is on the line and youre the one making difficult decisions.
My most liberating experience was learning what I could NOT do. I couldnt solve everyones problems, because many of them were rooted in psychosocial and economic realities that were beyond anyones power to affect, including mine. I could be empathetic and listen; I could offer suggestions. I could lead the horse to water but not force it to drink.
Some of my contemporaries drifted to the dark side, seduced by the golden handcuffs. The price one pays for the illusion of financial security includes exhaustion, substance abuse, divorce, and alienated children. Others later denounced their early altruism as liberal naiveté, wondering how they ever could have believed health care was a right and not a privilege. Two of them refuse to speak to me anymore because I thought our current health care system needed an overhaul.
Im more comfortable treating the middle class and poor folk than with Yuppies, and I prefer small-town hospitals to the large and often predatory health care systems. My loyalties lie with the nurses and staff who make doing my job much easier, not with other physicians.
I lost a few battles but I think I ultimately won the war. I just did my best.
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I think I entered Nursing with a very similar point of view, having a deep desire to make a difference, and make things better. One of the hardest lessons I ever learned is that you can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped. I learned that my own world view was incredibly small and narrow. I learned that even if I don’t speak Spanish or Swahili, or Chinese, I can speak human and sometimes that is enough.
But more than anything, I think I have learned that I can make a difference, one kind deed at a time, and by doing my job as well as I can, and forgiving myself if I can’t be everything to everyone every day, and I will never solve the universe’s problems.
Thanks, Dave.
Sorry to have taken so long to get to this one.
I had a similar disillusionment with academia: as I went into graduate school, I believed that knowledge would lead to wisdom, and wisdom to compassion and peace (it was the Vietnam era). I have to say there was some of that — but there was also the academic infighting, the cynicism, the career advancement over the search for truth. I did not quite have the strength to hold to my vision and so I turned my back on that world (returning to graduate school much later), and instead went to work in the communities and on the streets — but that is a whole other story.
Thanks, P