Posts Tagged ‘A different side of medicine’

CROTCHETY MAN BITES BACK

January 11, 2015

“Do you want to be called Mike or Michael?” said the young woman, a third my age, cheerfully, as she led me to the dentist’s chair.  I mumbled, “It doesn’t matter” and sat down.

I wasn’t looking forward to the visit, since it was my first dental exam in a new city.  Being called by my first name by strangers much younger than I, without my permission, wasn’t a good start, either.  I find it a little rude.  I realize my feelings may not be the norm.  Many might say, “Get a life” or “suck it up,” which is why I didn’t tell the woman anything.  I was brought up to be polite to elders, and sometimes being quiet is the best behavior.  I was also in the military, quickly learning to call superiors “Sir”.  Few of the young have had that experience.

I practiced medicine for 20 years, calling very few patients by their first name.  I just didn’t do it.  I didn’t mind when nurses called me by my first name, or if they called me, “Dr. Mike,” which I found endearing, because it simultaneously showed both respect and informality.  I used “Sir” to answer lawyers, and it devastated their ability to get my goat.  It’s difficult to argue with somebody who keeps saying “Sir.”

One needs to develop a sense for whom informality is appropriate. My next door neighbor is 21 years my senior, but I use her first name.  The chief of neurology, when I was a resident, is about her age, but I have never once called him by his first name, nor would I, should I ever see him again.  I don’t think he would mind; I would.

Online, first name basis is the norm, and many take advantage of it, saying things they might not say face to face to an older adult.  Or maybe they would, since today, young is good and old is….well, not so good.  I’m crotchety, I guess, but I think since English doesn’t use the informal second person pronoun, we need to show respect in other ways.

I received a survey after the initial evaluation, since virtually everybody in the service industry surveys these days.  It was not anonymous, making me more reluctant to respond.  Surveys I like have three questions:  Did you like the care?  (Yes/No)  Would you recommend us to a friend?  (Yes/No).  What can we do to be better? These are fundamental questions, easy to answer, and offer a chance to receive good suggestions.  They are neither a census nor randomly generated, so one must still be cautious in interpreting the numbers.

I was going to blow the whole thing off, but the way I had been addressed still grated on me, so I decided to express my thoughts—politely—on the issue.  It is never wrong to call adults “Mr.”, “Ms.”, “Mrs.” or “Dr.”.  It is appreciated, and if the individual feels you are too formal, they will tell you to use their first name.  Unfortunately, the survey required an answer to every question in order to be submitted.  So, I had to give a number of stars to everybody, fill out another box for comments, and…..whether I was on Facebook.  You see, they wanted to post my comments anonymously or with my name on Facebook.  

I must be getting stodgy, because the idea of a dentist, or any physician, using Facebook for posting patient evaluations seems weird, especially given privacy regulations.  When I received the survey, I had only digital X-Rays, gum probing, and an estimate of what I needed, a screen view of every one of my 24 teeth and the itemized bill, visible without leaving the chair.  I was glad to be sitting when I saw the bill, in four figures, double what I have paid for dental work in the last decade, including a root canal.

Because I hadn’t filled out every box, I still had the choice to quit or finish.  I suspected that all the stars I had to put for each individual involved would be averaged, and that bothers me.  I’m a crotchety old guy.  Stars are ordinal data: 1 star and 5 stars should not be averaged to get 3 stars, unless the stars stand for interval data, like temperature, money, or speed.  Love and caring are not interval.  I then added something I had forgotten.  Prior to the appointment, I had received 3 e-mails, a call (6 days earlier), which I had to acknowledge by calling back, and an SMS the day of the appointment.  That is over the line.  In my day, even calling patients to remind them wasn’t done.  I now think that is a good idea:  One call is reasonable, without requiring a call back to acknowledge.  A statement that one may be billed for a no show is entirely appropriate.  Professionals shouldn’t have their time wasted.  Really, an SMS?

Why didn’t I have dental insurance?  Good question.  Three-quarters of people over 65 do not have it.  Twenty-five per cent have lost all their teeth, 40% if poor.  About 60% have significant periodontal disease.  My dental costs per year for the last decade were minor, and I had been doing well.  I had no reason to think matters were suddenly going to change.  Bad decision.  Dental insurance has pre-existing exclusions, and now that I have been examined, I have them.  What I find interesting and disturbing is that AARP, which bombarded me about medical plans, was more silent about dental.  There is a one year waiting period for a crown and periodontal disease, and coverage is about 50% of the cost.  That’s crummy.

More than half of Americans have some sort of dental disease.  For the elderly, it is yet another cost to have insurance, although chronic periodontal disease can cause systemic problems, which increase medical costs.  Since the Affordable Health Care Act is under fire, don’t count on dental coverage in the near future. Many elderly can’t afford four figure costs for dental care, so they do without, dealing with the worst thing first, hoping something else bad doesn’t happen.  This is how many Americans deal with medical issues.  This is how many Americans deal with financial issues.

If you are young and in the service industry, call older people “Mr.” “Ms.” “Sir” or “Ma’am” as a default.  They may not like the bill, but at least they may be addressed appropriately.

Twenty-two days before my next appointment, and I just got an SMS and an e-mail, reminding me.  I’m waiting for Viber and WhatsApp to sound off.  Fortunately, I don’t have Twitter.

FIDUCIARY RESPONSIBILITY

January 4, 2015

Years ago, my wife was on the Blue Cross Advisory Committee advising them whether certain procedures qualified for coverage and payment.  Reduction mammoplasty was discussed one night, where excessive breast tissue, a significant problem for some women, is removed.  A lot of men don’t understand the issue, but large breasts require a woman’s back and neck to compensate for the torque, causing pain. Skin rubbing against skin causes redness and infection.  There are women who benefit greatly from this surgery, and my wife argued that it ought to be covered by insurance.

Others commented that some physicians would use this coverage as a way to do plastic surgery on women who wanted their breasts reshaped, not true reduction mammoplasty.  This is “gaming the system” or “cheating.”  To my wife, the issue was whether Blue Cross would deny the procedure to women who were suffering because of cheaters, or cover it anyway.  Nearly all of us have suffered because of a few bad apples ruining it for everybody, with the flagrant exception of guns, where virtually no restrictions apply.

Reduction mammoplasty was paid for.  It was one of my wife’s quiet triumphs; she doesn’t brag about them.

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We should have walked out of the mall on New Years’ Eve without going by the Sprint counter.  Between that and the endless cold I’ve had with laryngitis, it was another crappy holiday season.

We have two carriers for two phones.  AT&T works well in cities, but it doesn’t work in most wild places.  I accept that.  My wife uses Sprint; her phone works in Arizona but not in the house in Eugene, a reasonable-sized city.  If her phone rings, she makes a beeline to the bathroom, where the reception is best, before the call drops.  She has been to the Sprint counter three times, and got a quote from another carrier that she liked, but she needed the phone “unlocked”.  That will be legal in February, finally, but may be difficult for Sprint phones.

At the counter, we went through the same discussion about her phone with a different person.  Time passed, and we should have just told him we had already discussed this.  Neither my voice nor my mood was improving.  We heard about how bad other companies were; well, Sprint wasn’t working for us.  Finally, we were offered a booster device for free; prior to this, we were told we had to buy it.  We had heard at a computer store if one got insistent with Sprint, one could get the device for free.  I find that dishonest.

We finally saw three employees huddling in a corner near the kiosk, I guess trying to discuss what to do with this old couple who clearly weren’t happy.   Later, one told me that 3 bars was all he got, and the number of bars doesn’t matter.  Actually, it does, and I drew a exponential graph, showing that 1-2 bars is pretty much the same, 3 is a little more, and 4 or 5 are significant.  I may not know much about the various CDMA and GSM technologies, what bands the carriers run on, and the various models of iPhones.  I do know something about dropped calls and people who can’t hear me.

I finally told my wife, “15 more minutes,” because we weren’t making progress, wasting yet more time in my life, in which I have wasted enough.  The second guy was still on the phone with customer support, “because your call is important to us.”  In any case, at this point, a slightly older man, number three, probably the manager, started to talk to us.  He should have been called right away, when it was noted we had been here before, and we had a difficult problem.  That is what managers get called and paid for.

He asked a good question:  “What would make you happy?”  My wife said that a working phone in the house would help.  He then started going through the same fixes we had heard about three times—or was it four?— to the point where I just walked away.  When I returned, he was still going, time was passing, and when he said, “usually” referring to getting a free booster, I walked away for good.

The booster is so simple, we were told it just had to be “plugged in”.  Well, not exactly.  There was a 5+ minute video on YouTube which involved a lot of unplugging and plugging, followed by a cord to run a GPS to a closed window.  That wasn’t going to work for us.

I don’t like the telecommunications industry, and it goes back to the ATT deregulation of 1984.  It ruined phone service.  For years after, I was shouting into most phones, often claiming we had a third world telephone service, well before cell phones.  Don’t laugh.  I’ve texted home from central Kenya better than I could text from my driveway when I lived in Tucson.  The companies now have us hostage to our phones or vice versa.  Take your pick.  Where is fiduciary responsibility in America today?

When I practiced medicine, my job was my patient’s welfare, concomitantly recognizing that resource use affected all patients, and I had to be a steward of society’s resources, too.  I got up in the middle of the night, was yelled at, spat upon, threatened, in order to treat patients, many of whom didn’t pay me ($30,000 worth of unpaid bills every year), could sue me if I were wrong, but had the right to the best care I could give them.  I didn’t do unnecessary tests to pad my wallet.  I did what I thought I needed, charged fair prices, often discounted them if the condition were simple, like a spontaneous facial paralysis (Bell’s Palsy).  This is fiduciary responsibility.  The patient’s needs come first.

I expect my financial advisor to act in MY best interest, not his.  I dropped one because he recommended only his company’s products.  Health insurance companies in my view have a fiduciary responsibility to cover what should be covered and not covering what shouldn’t be. I remember how upset many were when bone marrow transplants for breast cancer were not covered.  They were not proven to work.  Not paying for it is not the same as saying the person can’t have it.  The procedure was eventually abandoned.  Reduction mammoplasties are covered.

I’m a naive, old, retired physician.  I had a fiduciary responsibility for my patients.  It took so much out of me that I eventually quit practice.  Companies have fiduciary responsibility to stockholders and to their customers.  It’s a balance:  do-gooders can go out of business for not collecting money.  Others run highly profitable margins at the expense of their customers.  The rules in medicine were different.  We took care of people first.

I did not have a sign in my office saying, “Payment is expected at the time of service.”  Silly me.

YOU CAN’T EAT DEDICATION

December 22, 2014

As I rode the bus yesterday, I happened to hear the driver say starting pay was $17 an hour, about $34,000 a year.  This is a job where one has to drive a large vehicle in traffic, keep a schedule, load disabled people and strap them in, keep order, deal with the general public, who are not generally well off, often with mental disabilities, in a place with wet, icy roads.  In short, the pay is not commensurate with the responsibility.

We don’t pay teachers well, either, a similar starting salary here in Eugene.  Sure, experienced teachers and bus drivers get more, but they top out about double their starting salary, well below six figures.  Teachers have a lot of responsibility, too.  They are educating the next generation.  They have to deal behavior problems, be surrogate parents, deal with parents, and teach to standards.  I have been a substitute, where I got paid $75 a day to teach statistics, keep order, holding my bladder 6 hours, and wolfing down my lunch in 2 minutes.  I’m literal. It was 2 minutes.

Now I read that the Business Roundtable wants to delay full Social Security from 67 to 70. They wouldn’t have this affect those over 55, but if I were 50, and I had been counting on getting SSI, I would be upset.  Indeed, far too many elderly require SSI to survive, which was never the intent, but medical and other costs don’t go away.  The group wants to decrease COLA, the cost of living adjustment, as well.

The Business Group is a bunch of super rich CEOs, many of whom have annual bonuses greater than the lifetime earnings of the bus driver, the teacher, and me.  Certainly, this is often the case with financiers, who got huge bonuses for destroying the world’s economy in 2008.  Mr. Obama oversaw the recovery, which has been remarkable, but just not fast enough for people, which is not surprising, given the total lack of Republican support, and the party of deregulation is now back in power.  If we paid teachers better, more math majors might have gone into teaching, rather than Wall Street, where they created models using the assumption housing prices would never fall.

I’d bet many of the Roundtable folks say that the climate isn’t changing, too, despite CO2 levels we haven’t seen in 600,000 years.  Yet, they will say the stock market always goes up, with 80 years’ data.

The Roundtable says that personal savings should be increased.  I agree, but it’s difficult to save when one has student loans to pay off (to become a teacher, for example).   Granted, many don’t manage money well, which these rich folks count on, so they can sell stuff at higher cost, get higher interest rates on credit cards, the fine print of which most can’t understand, and push debt instruments that practically nobody understands.  You don’t believe me, watch Suze Orman sometime.  Oh, if you don’t know what the Rule of 72 is*, you have just proven my case.

I’d like to see Common Core deal with financial management.  A hundred billion dollars a year is borrowed by students.  The amount is unsustainable and must decrease.  Here are my ideas:  one, mandatory national service (not religious) required which discharges federal student debt.  Second, no cap on withholding SSI deductions. Third, stop giving people like me SSI.  I end up donating much of it in one way or another, but if you make six figures for 10 years, you delay taking SSI for 10 years.  That is forced saving.  I’m flexible on the amount.  What we must not do is make it more difficult for the working men and women, the ones who teach our children, drive our busses, pick up our garbage, clean our buildings, to retire with less.  We find another way. If others disagree, no problem.  But I don’t want “Damned liberal socialists are stupid” comments. I want specific ideas, written with good grammar, with dollar savings, and how it deals with the poor, needy, those with bad fortune, like leukemia, or accidents.  I have been fortunate, in large part because of America, and in lesser part because who I am and my work ethic.  The idea that  people are totally self-made goes against what American government has done.

The Roundtable had the audacity to want to raise Medicare eligibility to 70, not 65, which only shifts costs to somebody else.  If you are born after the mid-60s, you are SOL.  Looked at insurance premiums on Blue Cross for a healthy 65 year-old lately?  About $2K a month. We currently have the Affordable Care Act, but that could easily be gutted by Congress.  Medical costs increase dramatically with age; medical debts are a major cause of bankruptcy.  We increase the age groups that can get Medicare, not decrease it.  Where’s the money coming from?  Why from those who make over $2 million a year, with high marginal rates on bonuses.  Tell me, please, why a football coach should make $7 million with a low marginal tax rate?  He brings money to the school by using players who get paid nothing including no degree.

The Roundtable thinks “efficient” medical care will cut health care costs.  I heard about “seamless” care 20 years ago; we still don’t have it.  I espoused quality in medicine 35 years ago, because it was better and saved money, but we still don’t have good indicators. If we did, we’d easily know the number of annual deaths due to medical errors with a reasonable margin of error.  Yes, easily.  I understand sampling.

What need to expand Medicare to include the whole country, but I’d accept age groups as a start.  This approach won’t bankrupt the country or the people; indeed, Medicare is one of the best run programs we have.  The Roundtable think we ought to have competition, because “well-informed seniors” will make the right choices.

Have any of them read the Part D drug manual from Humana?  Medicare is fine; I have issues with the number of insurance companies who generate more paper than a Douglas Fir Forest in Lane County.  Well informed?  By whom?  Brokers?  The one I had steered me in the wrong direction.  TV ads?  By whom?  I am a college educated 66 year-old former physician.  I have trouble understanding the rules.  What about the poor black woman in Arkansas who turns 65?  Or an 85 year-old with dementia, an elderly person who can’t see well, can’t think as clearly as Paul Ryan thinks he can, and doesn’t have technical skills?  Do they really think “market forces” will work?

Oh, the Roundtable is in favor of healthy lifestyles, but they object to the EPA’s reducing ozone in the air.  That is hypocrisy. They are against regulations on food, water, or emissions.  Deal with obesity?  Five years ago, I measured the number of obese 6th graders in one school district in Tucson.  The results OF THE 1100 were astoundingly depressing.  We could have obtained data for the whole county, 32,000, FOR FREE.  Nothing happened. Why aren’t we using elderly volunteers more?

We need a strong middle class.  It’s time to deal with outrageous incomes that have produced no significant value.  The Waltons have $30 billion net worths on the backs of poor people working without adequate insurance. We need a major increase in the marginal income tax rate, we need a tax on investments, higher on capital gains, which are not earned income, and a buy-sell tax of 0.125%, which would generate $1 trillion by 2024.  We need a tougher means test for SSI and Medicare than we currently have.  We don’t take down Medicare or SSI for those who need it most.

The Roundtable wants better teachers, but they somehow think that certification requirements will do it, when increased pay will lead to better teachers. Increased pay works for better CEOs, I’m told, better coaches, better university presidents, so why should it be different for teachers?

My father, who went from a high school science teacher to superintendent of schools, once told me the argument “teachers were dedicated” was the reason their pay was so low.  That would be fine, he continued, “except you can’t eat dedication.”

The Roundtable ought to see if they can compute the area of their table.  If they can’t, then maybe they ought to stay silent on matters of numbers and how to save money, when not everything comes with a dollar sign.  That is the America I want and serve today.

*Rule of 72:  The time for doubling (year) is 72/rate of increase (measured in %).  Credit card interest at 24% doubles debt in three years (72/24 = 3)

Proof:  P=Po (exp)^rt, where P is the new principal, Po the original, exp=e or 2.71828, r the rate in decimal form, and t=time in years.  [1+(1/n)]^n = e = [1 + n}^(1/n)

(P/Po)= (exp) ^ rt; ln (P/Po)= rt.  (P/Po)=2 for doubling and ln 2=0.693.

Therefore 0.693=rt.  Change rate to per cent  and 69.3=rt.  72 is easier to work with.  so t=72/r.

Tripling time is 110/r.   This is done on aTI-83 by LN, 72/rate you choose.  It is easy.  This should be in common core.

VETERANS’ DAY

November 12, 2014

I wasn’t a war hero.  I was just a ship’s doctor.  Some doc had to be on the larger Navy ships, and I got chosen. I didn’t do much, since young sailors were healthy, other than getting drunk or gonorrhea.  This was in the era when STD meant “something to do,” rather than “sexually transmitted disease.”

Still, I did two appendectomies at sea, under my own spinal anesthesia.  I did a few other useful things, like untwist a testicle (a testicular torsion), something that will make most men cringe to think of it.  I had never seen one before, but when I saw the poor sailor writhing in pain, I knew what it was.  I didn’t know exactly what to do, but warm soaks, intravenous diazepam, and twisting the proper direction unwound the wounded member like a rubber band.

I don’t celebrate Veterans Day, for to me, it is for those who served on the front lines, which I didn’t. I got a haircut and tipped the woman more than I usually do.  She did a good job, I already get a discount for being old, and it made her day better.  An hour later, I got a free triple chocolate Mocha from Dutch Brothers for being a veteran, so I learned what goes around comes around.  Nice lesson.  The real vets to me are the guys and gals at war.  I bet they don’t think of themselves as heroes, just sailors, soldiers, and airmen sailors serving their country.

One of my hiking buddies was a Marine in Vietnam, who fought at Hue.  If you know how to pronounce it properly, you know what that battle meant.  My friend never said more; he didn’t have to, and I was smart enough not to ask.  He has a Disabled Veteran License Tag on his truck, but he can out hike me easily.  He’s quite a guy.  He’s seen hell and come back. I haven’t done that.  But I did help one man during my service.

There was a ship’s executive officer (XO) in my squadron, a Type I diabetic.  I knew that and asked my boss whether a diabetic’s serving on a ship was allowed in the Navy.  Apparently for this officer, it was, so I didn’t say anything more.

The ship had no doctor aboard; an independent duty corpsman was in charge.  I soon learned his ship had failed medical inspection for the upcoming deployment. I was ordered to go over and make everything shipshape, literally.

I volunteered to go aboard for 3 days, when the ship went to sea briefly.  I don’t remember what my wife thought about it, but work was work, and 3 days at sea gave me a lot of time to get things done.  I took a break the first morning and went topside to the bridge wing to get some fresh air.  I don’t remember whether we could still see the southern California coast, but in any case the Captain soon walked up. I saluted, he didn’t, and without a hi, reamed me a new one for trying to torpedo the career of his executive officer.  I didn’t know what he meant and asked him such.  In no uncertain terms, he said, his XO was being handled by a Captain-doctor at the Navy hospital in San Diego, who knew a lot more about diabetes than I did.  I was ordered to stay out of the issue.  He left, not returning my salute.  That’s a bit rude, but I wasn’t about to argue.  The doctor in San Diego did know more than I.  And I don’t argue with Captains.  I also became more careful what I told my boss.  Word gets around.

The ship subsequently passed inspection, and we deployed together, until Hawaii, when we went south and they went west.  It wasn’t until mid-November, 6 weeks into the deployment, in Subic Bay, when we were together.  This would become only time of the whole 8 month deployment we would be.  They were moored on the opposite side of Subic, but I figured I ought to go over and see how things were going.  Whether I walked or took a cab, I don’t remember, and it isn’t important.  When I went aboard, the corpsman practically ran me down.  “Quick, the XO”!!  I knew immediately what was wrong, and when we barreled up 3 decks to the XO’s stateroom, he was sweating, confused, and staggering around the room.  A vial of insulin and a glass of orange juice were on the desk.

To this day, I don’t remember what the corpsman would have done, but diabetics without insulin do not crash in a few minutes the way TV portrays them.  Diabetics with too much insulin do crash suddenly.  I took out a syringe of 50 cc 50% glucose, which I made sure the ship had before they left port, and gave it to the XO IV.  Within seconds, he was normal.

But, in the space of an hour, his career as a seagoing officer was over.  The Chief Staff Officer (CSO), the Commodore of the Squadron’s right hand man, drove the XO to the Navy Hospital at Subic; I sat in back. The XO didn’t need hospitalization, but he could no longer stay on the ship.  Fourteen years of service, and at best, he would do his 20 years and retire, maybe as head of a shore duty facility.  To this day, I don’t know if he was mustered out.  I hope not.

On the way back to my ship, the CSO, whose name I still remember, told me that I was right in wanting the XO off the ship before deployment. I learned a lot that day: first, that I was needed.  Had the XO been given insulin, which might have happened had I not been there, he would have died or been permanently brain-damaged from hypoglycemic encephalopathy.

But I learned something far greater: this was an “I told you so” moment, and I did not gloat.  Instead, I had a pronounced feeling of sadness.  The man should not have been aboard ship; that was clear.  I didn’t know as much about diabetes as the doctor in San Diego, but I knew a lot more about shipboard medical issues.

I learned that being right comes with a price of being sad about it.  If I am right about climate change, I bet I will be sad, and won’t gloat, for how does gloating fix the problem?

Today, for the first time, I wondered how the CO of the ship felt.  I never saw him again.  In any case, sir, I hope your career was successful.  The main point was that your XO didn’t crash at sea, where things would have been a lot worse.  We were lucky that day.

To the CSO, I salute you and your wise words.  Your calmness helped me learn that doing the right thing is far more important than gloating about it.

Happy Veterans Day.

FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS…21st CENTURY VERSION.

October 23, 2014

 

“…any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind.  And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee”  (John Donne)

“Pneumonia is the friend of the elderly.”

“That’s what Meredith says happened to her mother. Though she received $40,000 worth of care in her last two months of life, not one of her 25 doctors sat down with Dorothy Glas and her family and discussed how she wanted to die.”

If Islamic terrorists shot down a plane with 400 people on board, we would have the country’s airspace shut down, fighter jets guarding our airspace, and the economy would suffer a huge blow.  Since June, that many women have died at the hands of a man they knew.  Not much outrage.  Since early August, that many children have died because of firearms. No outrage.

As I write, Ebola, with a death toll of 1 in the US, has caused pilots not to show up to fly, schools to close, and people to buy biohazard suits.  This is the “home of the brave”? The facts: at the time of writing, the 3-week quarantine for people who treated the index case in the emergency room has quietly ended. No other cases have occurred.  Ebola has dominated the news, with a large number of articles, posts, political cartoons, demands to “do something,” stop all travel with West Africa, which is a large area, most of which is not infected with Ebola.  It is worth looking at a map of Africa some time.  The continent is 50% larger than North America.  Two thousand languages are spoken.  Worrying about “West Africa” is like worrying in Portland, Maine for a problem in Atlanta.

I am not getting to my point soon enough.  Twenty thousand people a year commit suicide in the US using firearms.  I am not talking about murders, which are about eleven thousand.  But hey, to misquote Stalin, a single death is a tragedy and a million are a statistic. We tolerate similar carnage on our highways.  A young couple and their 7-month old died on US 20 the other day near Santiam Pass following a collision with a larger vehicle. It wasn’t Ebola, so there was no outcry.  But they are still dead.  There is no way we can prevent all these deaths, but we ought to do better.  Seventy-three thousand people go to emergency departments with gunshot wounds (GSWs) every year.  The current congressional representative from Tucson, Ron Barber, whom I know, walks with a limp, for he was shot at the “Tucson Massacre” in 2011, where his predecessor, Gabby Giffords, whom I also know, was severely injured by a GSW through the parietal lobe.  Her remarkable recovery, sadly incomplete, is inspiring.  A crazy man with a gun did that.

Ron has to campaign supporting the Second Amendment, even though he was a casualty of the fact that the Second Amendment apparently has no limits in the US, at least if one wishes to get elected.

Fact: the number of homicides per 100,000 people has fallen 50% since 1993.  This, however, has not been the case with suicides. Many of us think gun violence has increased.  It hasn’t.  It is still too high.  One is too high.  Suicide is the 10th leading cause of death, and firearm use in suicides accounts for more than sixty per cent of all firearm deaths.  Firearm deaths are a public health issue far exceeding Ebola, four times that of ALS, and fifty times that of Cystic Fibrosis.

Why would the NRA, therefore, through its influence in the Senate, try to block a Surgeon General’s nomination, who believes that firearm violence is a major public health issue?  Isn’t it? If a death from Ebola is major, what about twenty thousand a year from firearm suicides?  Is that not a public health issue?  Sure, a determined person who wants to die will find a way, but many suicides can be prevented.  We know this. The availability of firearms makes suicide a lot easier.  What about homicides, especially the women who die from being murdered by their husbands or boyfriends?  Why do we panic over Ebola but are so silent when it comes to men killing women and people killing themselves with firearms?

Come to think of it, on 60 Minutes, a doctor expressed outrage at Oregon’s Death with Dignity Act (DWDA), because he called it assisted suicide.  We call it “hastening” here.  Hey, they use their words, and I will use mine.  The DWDA was voted in twice by Oregon voters, despite political action by the Catholic Church (they should have lost tax-exempt status), upheld by the Supreme Court, and accounted for exactly 112 deaths in Oregon last year. The major reasons people choose hastening is not because of pain, which is still poorly treated, and the Dartmouth physician should be addressing that, but because all are terminal and have had enough. Here are their major reasons:

Losing autonomy  (93%)

Less able to engage in activities making life enjoyable  (89%)

Loss of dignity  (73%)

All 112 were going to die in a few months.  They wanted to choose when and how.  They were not depressed, as was alleged; 2 last year required psychiatric evaluation, and as a neurologist, who diagnosed depression long before the diagnosis was “mainstream,” I have some idea of what I am talking about.  No, these people had enough.  When one stood in front of the mirror one morning, after having lost 40% of his body weight, likened himself to an Auschwitz survivor, he had seen enough.  He knew what was coming, and he wanted to be in control.

Public health issues?  There are many.  Firearms are one, and the NRA is wrong to recommend against a Surgeon General nominee who understands that.  We can easily fix Ebola, and DWDA is what most people want to have an option. If you don’t believe me, volunteer at a nursing home some time, where demented people get their pneumonia treated, so they can go back to the same existence.

Finally, every adult, and let me repeat, every adult, needs a living will.  Young people can be brain damaged from accidents and they can get cancer, too.  Be very clear on what your end of life desires are.  You do have choices.  You can make choices I may not.  That is your right.

I don’t want my pneumonia treated, should I become demented.  It will be my friend.

TWO SIDES TO A STORY: FACTS AND UNSUBSTANTIATED OPINIONS

October 14, 2014

I didn’t start it, but I did finish it.

My wife and I took an early morning shuttle to the Minneapolis airport after our annual weeklong trip into the Boundary Waters.  Coming out of the woods after a trip requires readjusting to a lot of people and noise.  We had been been in a world where nature ruled.  It is not inherently dangerous in the woods, if one can read the weather, understand animal behavior, and constantly observe the surroundings.  There isn’t any right or wrong out there, only consequences.  We’d do well to heed that aphorism in nature today.

The other passenger was a woman from California’s central valley, who began a conversation with the shuttle driver about the drought.  The conversation soon devolved to the smelt, a fish that had been protected for years, but whose protection now cost sending water to farms.

After hearing “tree huggers”, I then heard her say “people have priority over fish.”  The fish had been protected by people, so I wasn’t following her reasoning.  The fish doesn’t have a choice but to live in water; people have the choice to control their numbers and use water properly, especially in dry areas, like the central valley.  Nature doesn’t tell us to control population or water use, but there are consequences if we don’t. The lady then referred to herself as “an environmentalist.”

I was beginning to seethe but held my tongue, as we would soon disembark.  My wife, however, who usually stays quiet, commented, “Some of us back here feel differently.”  Her words ignited me.

“Perhaps if California had a better system to allocate water and acted a lot earlier, this wouldn’t be a problem,” I began.  “Perhaps we shouldn’t try to grow certain crops in places where the rainfall is capricious.  If Fresno used the same water per capita as Phoenix, 3/4 million acre feet would be saved annually. Half the houses in Sacramento don’t have water meters.”  I had a dozen more things I wanted to say, including rainwater harvesting, fixing leaks, not brushing teeth with the faucet running, and 90-second showers, but we were at the airport.

“There are two sides to every story, I guess,” the woman replied.

“Yes,” I shot back.  “Facts and unsubstantiated opinions.”

That ended the discussion.

I don’t bring up controversial topics in places like airport shuttles.  But if they are mentioned, I may add my two cents’ worth.  What annoys me about the “two sides to every story” argument is many assume both sides are telling the truth.  They aren’t.  We have become a society where everybody’s say is equal to everybody else’s, and if Fox News wants to lie, it can, without consequences.  In 2014, we still allow equal time to those who believe the Earth is 10,000 years old, or that the highest carbon dioxide levels in humanity’s history have no consequences.  A large percentage of Americans feel there is no climate crisis, because enough doubt is interjected by the other side, especially by those who are good looking, sound sincere, misuse statistics, or just yell and bully— all are effective—to make their case.  We shouldn’t be debating evolution or the climate in 2014; animals are already evolving—or going extinct—because of us.  We should be trying to develop workable solutions to major problems.

I am disturbed by those with influence—I will use Sen. John McCain, for example—who violate their duty to use such influence wisely.  Mr. McCain has said many things I have disagreed with during the two decades I was his constituent.  His coming to my new state, Oregon, to campaign against a sitting Senator, once considered unethical by the Senate, bothered me.

What McCain said would have been laughable if so many people didn’t believe it.  He said that challenger Dr. Monica Wehby would be the “go-to” person to fix the VA System, since she had experience with the VA.

Mr. McCain voiced unsubstantiated opinions.  Here are facts:  Dr. Wehby is a pediatric neurosurgeon who had some of her training at the VA, like every other doctor, including me.  How many pediatric patients are at the VA?  None, unless we are conscripting kids for our several wars.  I too, trained at the VA, both as a medical student and as a neurology resident.  I saw patients. I did not know anything about running the system, and in my unsubstantiated opinion neither did Dr. Wehby. Fact: nobody with whom I trained had that experience. Fact:  Dr. Wehby has had two restraining orders placed on her by men.  That doesn’t disqualify her from the Senate, but at at time when we are polarized, her presence isn’t likely to help. That’s an opinion from one who studied psychiatry (a fact), along with an opinion that two restraining orders suggests an individual has serious anger issues. It is possible to be a good neurosurgeon yet a poor senator.  Opinion.

Fact:  Dr. Wehby is a physician running for the Senate.  Her medical training actually makes her less likely than the average physician to deal with health care finance, because she is highly specialized and less exposed to insurance issues than the average FP.  Fact.

I remember the last well-known physician-senator, Dr. Bill Frist, who also campaigned against Sen. Tom Daschle in South Dakota.  Frist had the absolute gall to say that Terri Schiavo was clearly conscious, on the basis of a video, because she laughed, when the late Ms. Schiavo was in a persistent vegetative state, a fact, where automatic smiling may occur, like in babies.  Fact: The American Academy of Neurology filed an amicus curiae brief with the Florida court, and Ms. Schiavo’s brain at autopsy weighed 600 gm, the least in an adult I ever saw as a neurologist.  Fact: I saw many brains at autopsy and cut brains to teach anatomy to the nursing staff at the hospital where I practiced.  Fact: Congress was called back for an emergency session in March 2005 to block Mr. Schiavo’s wishes to stop support.  Fact: some physician-legislators who were not neurologists weighed in with opinions without ever examining Ms. Schiavo.  Fact: I was a fellow of the AAN who had dealt with many vegetative cases in my career and supported the ethicists in the AAN who did examine Ms. Schiavo.

Yes, there are two sides to every story, but they are usually not equal.  We aren’t tossing a coin here, with a 50% probability of heads; we are dealing with the smelt, fresh water allocation, the climate, who runs the country, war, Ebola, overpopulation, the Earth’s age, and resource degradation.  We should be using science, models, and probabilities.  The probability that the Earth is older than 10,000 tropical years is 1. The confidence we have that manmade climate change is occurring is over 95%. Fact. California cannot continue to use water the way it once did.  Fact.  Unsubstantiated opinion:  America needs decisions made less by charisma and screaming and more by science and careful deliberation.

Fact: Soon.

FOOTBALL MATTERS; WOMEN, MINIMUM WAGE WORKERS, SQUIRRELS NEED NOT APPLY

September 22, 2014

This past week, the current Heisman Trophy winner (football’s best player last season) was seen and heard outside on campus shouting obscenities related to a woman’s anatomy.  This was well documented, as most shocking events are, and he was suspended for the first half of the next football game.

A half game suspension.  You might need him the second half.  Football matters.

There is a code of student conduct at this university, and the spokesman assured the media they would investigate to see if the player’s behavior required greater sanctions.

It did.  Two days prior to the game, the player was suspended for the whole game.  Wow. The coach’s name was not part of the signatures on the suspension document, and he had no comment, the significance of such not clear.

The press reported more:

  • At the news conference following the incident, the player said, “I have to tone it down.”  TONE IT DOWN?  To what?  Using proper medical terms?  This is a man in the public eye; a downside of which is having to control one’s speech and behavior better than the rest of us. If I swear loudly in public, I am told to shut up.  If I continue, I get arrested.  I won’t make the news.  This person is one of the best football players in the country, a role model, yet he feels that outrageous, obscene behavior in public needs only to be “toned down”?
  • While playing baseball for the same university, he was suspended 3 games plus community service after stealing $32.72 of crab legs.  This is theft.  Does the university have sanctions about students who steal?  I noted he didn’t steal a textbook.
  • A student complained he assaulted her in 2012.  The state attorney declined to pursue the case, which is not necessarily wrong.  The location, type, and evidence of the assault may or may not be easily prosecuted, and if you were that woman, would you take on a famous football player in court?  It would require immense courage. The university is reported to be still investigating.  Two years later?  Why the delay?  Until the end of football season?
  • He is under investigation for another 2012 incident where he broke 13 windows in a “BB gun battle”.   How long does it take to decide innocence or guilt and bring justice?  Admittedly, my medical background biases me, because I didn’t have two years to figure out what was wrong with a patient.  Sometimes, I had only two minutes.
  • He was held at gunpoint by campus police for shooting squirrels on campus.  The year wasn’t mentioned, but this behavior is not only sociopathic (shooting squirrels on campus is not equal to hunting deer), but animal abuse, which correlates highly with sociopathy and human abuse, bringing me back to his comments about and behavior towards women.  There is a short step between screaming obscenities and assaulting women. Oh, he did allegedly assault a woman, so that step was likely taken, unless the university finally finishes their investigation.  When does he go from abuse of women, BB gun fights, and shooting squirrels to shooting people?  How much warning does the university need to conclude this man is trouble?
  • A Burger King employee called police because the player stole soda. The media did not mention what happened, but I suspect a minimum wage working person’s comment against a Heisman Trophy winner’s behavior was not going to carry much weight.  Crab legs are more expensive than soda, but theft is theft.
  • The university in question was becoming “less tolerant” towards this person’s behavior.  That is encouraging to know:  apparently in this southern state, there are limits: assault, shooting animals, a BB gun fight, theft on two occasions, breaking windows, and screaming obscenities is enough to decrease tolerance.  My mother’s tolerance for my behavior was making me pay and apologize for stealing a 3 cent fireball when I was 8 and washing my mouth out with soap when I swore.  Yeah, nearly 60 years later, I still remember that.

The student-athlete, since that is what the NCAA calls him, was suspended for one game.  The concern has been raised that such behavior will affect his professional career in football.  Wow.  He’s a sociopath with access to firearms.  My concern is that he will some day injure and perhaps kill a woman, a minimum wage worker, companion animals or have his name on another US shooting rampage, and everybody will wonder how this could have happened.  I won’t. I will know that the university considered football; money from it and alumni donors were more important than dealing with an armed sociopath, and I say that term as a 1982 diplomate of the American Board of Psychiatry and Neurology.

As a neurologist, I have issues with football:  it damages the brain, but people love the game.  There is a tremendous amount of money involved, none goes to the “student athletes” or to scholarships, other than athletic ones.   Far too many alumni still have their lives revolve around the team’s record.  It was sad in Friday Night Lights that many who played high school football felt that was the high point in their lives.

I believe compensation for football-related brain injuries was overdue, if not overdone.  However, I believe if the game is not changed, those who now play it are voluntarily choosing to do something dangerous. I don’t feel I should be taxed to pay for their medical care, should it be related to multiple concussions. Let the NFL, the highly paid players, or the coaches pay.

I admit it: I believe those who make millions playing with a ball should be taxed at a higher rate than the rest of us. I am not jealous.  I live comfortably on far less.  I don’t believe “He who dies with the most toys wins.”  I believe my retirement should be spent volunteering in my community.  America is the land of opportunity, not outright greed and outrageous behavior by stars and willingness by many to buy their apparel, pay big bucks to see games, pay coaches in the glory sports 6,7, or 8 figures, yet pay assistant coaches in other sports (track and field, for example) $20-$40 K.

Let the market decide?  NO.  The markets have not been shown to self-regulate, any more than physicians or any other group.  If we self-regulated ourselves, there would be no litter on the roads, limitation on campaign donations, and those who pass on the right and cut in front of you, when the right lane is closed ahead, would not exist.  You have seen them, I’m sure.

America is the land of opportunity, not unbridled greed or uncontrollable behavior.  It is an opportunity for the university to stand up for what is right, regardless of the cost. Justice for all?  Yes, for those who were harmed by the player’s words and actions, and for those who will be spared harm by removing him from the society until or unless he shows his remorse through appropriate actions.

You see, I don’t listen to what people say.  I watch their feet.

THE LAST STEP ON THE FINAL PATH

September 5, 2014

I remember one time where I “owned” the ICU at the hospital where I worked.  I was the consultant on eight patients – eight – who were severely, irreversibly brain damaged, or brain dead.  I don’t remember all the diagnoses; there were a couple of aneurysms, an intracerebral hemorrhage, hypoxic encephalopathy, a bad surgical outcome and some devastating strokes.

During my harried week, the staff were superb in using my time efficiently, shepherding me from one family group to another.  It is easy to get jaded when one often sees lethal brain damage, and such patients need to be seen a few times a day.  I tried not to become too cynical, but I don’t know how successful I was.  Taking time to talk to families is necessary, deeply appreciated but stressful, since many grieve using anger.  Nobody who is acutely grieving comprehends much of what a doctor says, so there needed to be constant repetition, and I had to bite my tongue more than once when a nurse said, “The family said you didn’t tell them anything.”  As much as I tried to talk to one designated family member, who would relay the information, that didn’t happen often.

All it took to undo a day’s work was a lung or heart consultant who told the family, “He’s doing well,” when the consultant meant the organ system.  The family didn’t hear that.

It was often the family’s first time dealing with death; it might have been my thousandth time saying, “there is nothing that can be done,” “he will not wake up,” “I am sorry.”  Doctors need to do it and to do it well.  Many do not.  Many made rounds when the family wasn’t there.  Sometimes, the nursing staff had to pressure the attending to contact a neurologist, and they often called me.

Not that it mattered, since I was busier than I wanted to be, but the time spent dealing with families was uncompensated, whereas a carotid endarterctomy, in my hospital a proven worse way of managing carotid disease than leaving it alone (I had the data), was compensated well into four figures.  We pay doctors to do procedures far more than we pay them to listen to a grieving family, say a grasping of a hand is reflex, not voluntary, see the expression of disbelief on their faces, when we give them the bad news, and hear the same stories about “some miracle” that wasn’t.  Small wonder we have expensive medical costs compared to the rest of the world, vegetative patients receiving futile care, because nobody acted when they were irreversibly brain injured and were clinically unstable.  The longer a patient lingers, the more hope a family has.  I was frequently castigated for “taking away hope,” when what I avoided was doing the worst thing of all, “giving false hope.” We pay a lot for the final months of life, but to me that statistic is misleading, because most people don’t know when they are going to die.  We do, however, pay for a lot of unnecessary care.

If we dealt with death well, we would have fewer patients lingering in a way the vast majority would say they never wanted, since the diagnosis of irreversible brain injury may often be made when the patient is clinically unstable, and support discontinued then.

If I returned to medical practice, which I won’t, I would be a far more compassionate physician than I was during the twenty years I did practice.  I thought then I was fairly good.  Now, I am not so sure. I thought I was skilled at allowing patients to die at the right time with more dignity and less stress on the families.  When it came time for my parents to die, I did everything I promised them; neither lived more than eight weeks from the time they started to die.  Ensuring quiet, quick, painless dignified deaths of my parents was the second best thing I’ve ever done in my life.

I wrote about the change in my relationship with my recently widowed father, probably the best article I will ever write.

Having lived through my parents’ deaths, I now look at life differently.  I would be far more compassionate to those who were facing death of a family member.  I would be able to tell families that it is normal to feel guilty when the time comes to stopping life support.  I could tell them how one will miss having that loved one to talk to, all the conversations one would want to have in the coming years, dreaming of the person, a decade later, the way they were in life.  I could tell families how the relationship between children and the surviving parent would change.  I would be good and far more effective.

As I enter a new phase in my life, I am considering once again dealing with death, not as a physician, who cares for a patient, but as a volunteer helping people to navigate the complexity of care and options when they have illnesses that are not going to be cured, problems that are not going away, time that may no longer be present, helping them find their own path, perhaps their last steps on that path.

In doing so, I will help myself.

NOT WHAT WE WANT TO HEAR

July 14, 2014

Years ago, soon after I began practicing, a colleague brought his wife to see me.  After a workup, I diagnosed her with probable MS.  About a month later, the colleague somewhat gleefully called, telling me he had his wife seen at University Hospital by an expert, who felt she did not have MS.  I don’t remember my reply.  I probably was quiet, concerned I had erred.

At a medical meeting dinner, years later, this same colleague was seated at the same table as I, and he told someone aloud about his wife’s treatment at UCLA for “MS.”  I stayed quiet; he didn’t show any sign of having made a faux pas. I was wise enough not to remind him. Being right doesn’t require one to say it.  My mistake that first day?  I told both of them what I thought was wrong, not what they wanted to hear.

Ted Cruz said the President was acting outside the law on immigration, when in fact Mr. Obama’s actions are in accordance with a 2008 law, signed by Mr. Bush, requiring deportations from countries other than Canada and Mexico to be processed here.  The Central American refugees came through not only a hole in the border but a hole in a law Mr. Cruz and his colleagues are in charge of making.  Mr. Boehner won’t move any law on immigration through this year.  He has the power to do something great, but he won’t.

DML News tells listeners what they want to hear: “we’re screwed,” bad immigration stories, things wrong in Washington, nuclear material missing, how Obama is destroying the country and wasn’t born here (which has become really tiresome), Benghazi an impeachable offense, and we should take action in Iraq.  The big problem in Iraq didn’t happen this year; it happened when we invaded it.  Remember Colin Powell’s “Pottery Barn” comment?  Remember the horrible year, 2006?  No, that is ancient history, and people don’t like to hear about inconvenient history.

Mr. Obama inherited two wars, an economy in shambles, a banking system almost shut down, an incipient depression, a horrible deficit (the war funding was kept off budget) and a divided Congress.  If one doesn’t want to hear that, I’m telling it anyway, because I tell people what I think, if it is truthful.  Surprise:  Obama hasn’t fixed everything yet.   Surprise:  He has had nearly zero Republican support.  If Ted Cruz or Rick Perry becomes President, by golly, we will have everything fixed and right with America in 100 days, max.

To those who believe that, please comment in detail exactly what needs to be done, and send to me, because I‘m curious.  Please address the following: how we will balance the budget, give every American health insurance, deal with immigration, the EU, Iraq, Iran, Palestine, North Korea, Russia, China, fix infrastructure, schools, and climate. I want details.  Please, tell me how we should deal with California’s water crisis using knowledge of what an acre foot is.  In this blog, I have addressed the budget, Iraq, schools, climate, and California’s water crisis.  It isn’t what a lot of people want to hear.  I may be wrong, but I used facts and offered detailed suggestions.  An acre foot is about 325 K gallons of water, by the way.

People don’t want to hear about climate change, because it bothers them.  People want politicians to tell the truth, until they do, and then vote for the opponent, because the truth is so unappealing.  The world is not simply a matter of US troops fixing what is wrong.  Superheroes don’t exist.  We cut FEMA to save money but then complained when government wasn’t immediately present after Katrina.  Remember Katrina?   Remember Sandy?  Who was president during each, how was the response and in what year did each occur?  If you are an American and can’t answer at least 7 of those 8 questions, shame.

Tell me how we fix unfairness that gives the Deep South more government money than they send, yet has taken a trillion dollars from New York State in the last 20 years.  Yes.  Look it up.  Incredibly, the South gets money from big government, hates same, and many of its states rank 45th or below in major health care indicators compared to the rest of the country.  What gives?

We live in a complex world, unable to be simplified in 30 seconds.  Immigration is no exception. I think overpopulation is the most significant issue we face, along with consequential environmental degradation and climate change.  In my lifetime, not likely to be more than a decade or two, I will survive. People, like Ted Cruz, in their 40s, are going to reap the wind they have helped sow.

I am a strong believer in public education, not only because people with education get good jobs, they have fewer children.  Complex problems are not addressed with simple answers: it is easy for Mssrs. Flake and Cruz, who don’t have to run the country, tell people what they want to hear.  Like my doctor colleague, they blast guys like me who conclude something else.  You are wrong, they say, and yes, I might be, words not one of them has used.  I have been right on evolution, climate change, the stock market bubble and Iraq, not because I am particularly brilliant, but because my education taught me to think about issues, open my mind, look at all sides, and draw conclusions, which subsequently I may change.  

We need good ideas about immigration; we need skilled workers who are legally here.  The 2008 law needs to be changed, and Mr. Cruz should be leading, not using his charisma and debating ability to tell people what they want to hear.  We must deal with illegal immigration, not win a debate, and there is no perfect solution.  Nobody wants to hear that.  Nobody is even saying it.

Nobody can balance the budget or pay for everything we want without raising taxes.  This is a mathematical truism.  Instead, politicians tell us what we want to hear:  “I will protect America’s elderly and borders, we will have a strong military, and I will do it without raising taxes.”  If we believe that, we are either downright stupid or believe in magical thinking.

I was sorry the woman had MS.  I was sorry for all the families to whom I told a loved one was either brain dead or irreversibly brain injured.  I am sorry for the people whom I told had metastatic cancer to the brain or carcinomatous meningitis.  I told the truth.  Many of my colleagues disliked me, for I said things that people didn’t want to hear.  Many referred patients elsewhere, not to me.

What interested me was that a dozen of these physicians—I counted— brought themselves or their family members to me, even though they sent neurological consults to the other guy.

 

PULLING UP THE FOOTBALL

July 4, 2014

In the famous Peanuts cartoon, Charlie Brown is running to kick the football, when Lucy pulls it up, and Charlie kicks at air, falling down.  Every time, he thinks the result will be different, and every time, he is wrong.  That is the famous definition of insanity.

So maybe I am insane.  I’m getting better, but it has taken me a long, long time to do so, because I still kick at air.

Last summer, I got a call from a younger alumnus from a canoe tripping camp that I attended in the ‘60s, both of us going to the camp’s reunion in August.  There was a special request to create a special endowment for this centennial year, and I planned to give.  I thought that was obvious, since I give financial support to young people who cannot afford the camp’s fees.

Yes, fifty years ago, I was in a select group of canoe trippers that canoed Temagami Provincial Park in northern Ontario.  It was a difficult trip; I still remember my knees hurting from kneeling in the bow in 2-3 foot waves.  We were never allowed to sit in the bow seat.  We knelt. In the stern, the staff man sat. To this day, if I am in the bow of a canoe, I kneel.  Every day on that trip it rained, but it was a good trip. We saw remote country, and while I never will see Temagami again, the memories of places called Lady Evelyn, Ostergut, Makobe, and Fat Man’s Misery Portage are part of me.  I have trod that country.

The caller was interested in my subsequent canoeing experience, and I gave him a brief rundown of my outdoor water resume:  the Nahanni, the upper Yukon Basin from Lake Bennett to Carmacks, the Alatna and Noatak Rivers in Alaska, and 32 years canoeing the Boundary Waters-Quetico.  I have been blessed.  The caller had canoed Labrador, which I thought cool, but he especially wanted to see my Nahanni pictures, a trip he had always wanted to do.

Yep, sooner or later, it came to money, and I told him I would contribute, as I had planned to.  The conversation ended soon afterwards, and I felt a little used, but hey, maybe he was busy, and we would learn at the reunion about each other’s trips.  Maybe. These things almost never pan out:  the call was about money, interspersed with feigned interest of what I had done.  People seldom call me curious about what I’ve done.  The calls are usually about money or medical advice.

I arrived a day early for the reunion in late August, back on a lake where I spent 6 summers, and I got to see the island, 46 years later, with relatively few people present.  The next day, the rest arrived; I was present at the dock where they came in.  I heard the name called of the individual who had phoned me, and I went over to introduce myself. He greeted me semi-warmly then saw somebody else he knew and disappeared.  For good.

The football had been pulled up.  I had the Nahanni slides with me, for we took slides in 1985.  I had lost the roll of film, wrote Parks Canada, saying it might be in the campground at Fort Simpson, where we had stayed on our last night.  Incredibly, six weeks later, the roll was sent to me.  Canadians do those sorts of things.  I had pictures of a remarkable area very few people will ever see.  After arriving at Fort Simpson, we flew to the Nahanni in a Twin Otter with 6 people and 3 canoes, landing on a sandbar.  The Nahanni was a difficult trip through Class III rapids, the worst mosquitoes I have ever seen—and I have seen more than most— but I saw the highest waterfall, Virginia Falls, in North America.  I paddled through four canyons almost as deep as the Grand Canyon itself, sat in some natural hot springs, came out on the Liard River and saw the great Mackenzie.  The Nahanni was pure wilderness.  It is the crown jewel of my outdoor water resume.

 

Virginia Falls, South Nahanni River, NWT, July, 1985.

Virginia Falls, South Nahanni River, NWT, July, 1985.

 

I should have known better than to bring the slides.  Getting money from me was the issue, not what I did or who I was.  I’ve felt that way a lot, these past 16 years, after I left medicine.  I give on my own terms to those I wish.  I do what I can, hope to make a difference, and wish some day one of my ideas will be accepted, improved, and have a significant impact.  I had many such ideas in medicine.  My wish to be a busier volunteer in the public schools has yet to be granted.  We ought to have paid universal mandatory national service, which would give young people a sense of purpose and direction, lessening the likelihood of student debt catastrophes.  We ought to be saving water every way possible.  We should ban companion animal breeding.  I have written about all of these in this blog.

We should have had incremental single payer medical care, starting with the very young.  This would have been easier, cheaper, and less likely to have been voted against.  We should have tracked a whole host of quality issues in medicine.  We need free, unbiased, end-of-life counseling to elderly people to help them understand what “all those tubes” mean, and what their options are.  By ignoring the elderly, we ignore elders, wasting resources I can’t begin to fathom.  In short, we need incremental changes, keeping both the enemies of change and the perfectionists at bay.

I wish I hadn’t brought the pictures of the Nahanni back up to the country where they were taken.  I knew he would not be interested, but I persevered, hoping, like Charlie Brown, it would matter. People are busy, too busy for guys like me.  I tried to travel light, and those pictures and his call were excess baggage.

But I was lucky.  I have seen the Nahanni, drunk the water, know what’s out there. There is no blank spot on my map.  While it’s on my resume, far more importantly, it is in my brain.  I can call it up any time I want:  the magnificent falls, Fourth through First Canyons, Pulpit Rock, and the Gate. Wow. I was there!  I got back up to the camp one last time, and I don’t ever need to go again.  I have taken my last look.  Yeah, the football was pulled up, but I had a soft landing.

It was his loss, not mine.  That line is in Peanuts, too.