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Announcement: Anonymous Letters Idea?

Hello everyone!

As you have noticed, there wasn’t a blog post scheduled for today, so I wanted to take this opportunity to get your feedback on an idea 🙂

Have y’all* heard of PostSecret? I was wondering what it’d be like if we started a project where we asked people in medicine to write anonymous letters (max 250 words) to their own doctors/healthcare team?

That’s all I’ve got for now. Would love to hear your thoughts! Please comment below or send them to Janie at hongjingcao@gmail.com (would be helpful if you included “MSPress” in subject line). 

Thank you! 🙂

Usually a bit excited about something,
Janie Cao, Blog Associate Editor

P.S. If you ever have blog post submission ideas, please send them directly to me at hongjingcao@gmail.com (with “MSPress” in subject please)

P.S.S. I’m working on “Out There: Part 2”- hopefully will be ready for next Thurs!

*I live in Texas; No, I don’t ride a horse to school.


PC: Grant Hutchinson

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Emotion General Global Health Healthcare Disparities Interview Narrative Reflection

Out There: Part 1 (An Interview Series)

Out There: Part 1

By Janie Cao
Edited by Mary Abramczuk

I met Thanos Rossopoulos through a community service leadership program. As with almost everyone I’ve met, I stereotyped him at first glance (subconsciously, of course). I thought that he was going to be like most other first-year medical students I’d met before—smart, hardworking, and…pretty fresh from college. And guess what? I was only mostly right.

The first time I heard him share his story, we were at a group dinner. I was sitting too far away to hear everything but at the perfect distance to want more. He said something about ‘7 gap years,’ the oil and gas industry, and living in India. That was enough to nag at my curiosity, so I unashamedly asked for an encore. He graciously obliged.

Like many people in their early twenties, Thanos wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to do with his life when college graduation arrived too soon. He remembered that at the time, he’d just wanted to do something exciting, something risky, something “radical.” So when they offered him an engineering job that would put him in the oil rigs of India for one and a half years, he said yes. There, for the first time in his life, Thanos stared into the glare of deprivation. Not really what he wanted, but perhaps what he really needed.

Growing up in Orange County, California, he had been raised in a privileged “bubble,” as he called his sheltered childhood. But he didn’t know how sheltered he was until he stepped foot into India, where he saw mansions and slums coexisting side by side, all in broad daylight. “It took India to force me to face inequality,” Thanos reflected, “and it didn’t sit with me well.” What he made sound like ‘just a slightly uncomfortable feeling’ was in fact the beginning of a tenacious zeal to alleviate human suffering. He was a tad modest.

The impact of those years in India manifested powerfully after he returned home. Whereas in the past, he did not even know to look for inequality, now that was all he could see around him. So, what did Thanos do next? What would you have done?

To be continued…

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Photo Caption: "...Taking a stroll in the morning before my shift on the oil rig. If you look closely out in the distance you see the top part of the oil rig I worked on behind the trees. This was from a small village called Radhapur in the state of West Bengal. Very beautiful place." -Thanos Rossopoulos

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Emotion Empathy Narrative Poetry Reflection

When Love Gives Way to Lies

When Love Gives Way to Lies
By Janie Cao
Edited by Shaun Webb
One evening on my way back from a hospital shift, I saw a woman staggering along the street. Half walking… half falling… It looked like she was trying to get back home after spending some time at the nearby bar.

I didn’t know how I was supposed to respond as an almost-doctor. But it didn’t feel quite right to just leave her be, especially when she was drunk and in the dark, all alone.

By the time I drove to her, she was already in the parking lot of her apartment complex. I got out anyways, just to say “Hi.”

I remember when she turned and looked at me. She paused. And in those moments of silence, I saw heartache.  There was also sadness, anger, and a pain that would leave marks. It didn’t matter that she didn’t know me enough to trust me. There was too much hurt to hide. As I watched her eyes, I remember wanting so much to stop her from feeling that night.

Finally, she chuckled and smiled bitterly. “My husband…” she said. Then she gave me a kiss goodbye.

She never finished her sentence, but I wonder if it had something to do with this: that when a husband hurts his wife, and love gives way to lies, it can simply be called life. I went home after, and cried.

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based on a true story

Photo credit: Bernard Laguerre



		
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Clinical General Opinion Patient-Centered Care Quality Improvement

Notes from a waiting room: What are doctors doing while I’m waiting?

Hello Clinical Laboratory, my old friend,

I’ve come to take my blood test with you again. Because my specialist wants the latest update, so I visit you every 3 months. My appointment was 48 minutes ago, and there are 16 people who arrived earlier than me, still waiting. As the clock ticks, I can hear everything but the sound of silence. Of course you are not alone, Clinical Lab; my other doctors made me wait for them as well. On average, Americans wait 19 minutes and 16 seconds to see a physician, according to Vitals’ Wait Time Report [1]. But the report forgot to add the wait time for check-in at registration and in the examination room. The funny thing about waiting in a clinical laboratory is that a majority of the patients have been fasting before a blood test. So now your patients are not just becoming impatient, but also hungry (or as young people like to call it, “hangry”) as we enter lunchtime.

You offered some reading material to help us pass the time. Many clinics present entertainments like magazines and television to improve the waiting experience [2]. I once visited a fancy clinic that provided an espresso machine for parents and a touchscreen-wall video game for their children. But I have to tell you: I have watched this Judge Judy episode four times in other clinics’ waiting rooms, and I have no desire to touch this well-thumbed Cosmopolitan magazine. Thank you, but, no thanks.

You might wonder why I care about waiting so much. Let me be honest with you: like most of your patients, I compare the waiting time with the time actually spent with the doctor [3]. As patients, if we spend 45 minutes waiting but only get 5 minutes of the doctor’s time, we won’t feel all that waiting was worth it. Certainly, I understand that a vast amount of effort was made behind the scenes. Like the story of Picasso and the bold woman, most people don’t understand that a seemingly effortless one-stroke drawing actually took a lifetime of practice to achieve [4]. I imagine that Dan Ariely and Jeff Kreisler would happily back me up in their book Dollars and Sense: “Assessing the level of effort that went into anything is a common shortcut we use to assess the fairness of the price we’re asked to pay” (in our case, we pay with time).  To solve the problem of customers being reluctant to pay for “invisible effort,” Dan offered the solution of providing transparency [5]. For example, shipping tracking shows all the transactions in each location, and an open-kitchen restaurant shows its staff busy fulfilling food orders. Needless to say, due to medical confidentiality, you can’t have an “open clinic” that shows the staff taking blood pressures or running tests to everyone in the waiting room. But perhaps you could still give us some indication of the “behind the scenes work.” Tell me that you were reading my medical history, that you were double-checking my results, or that you were researching the latest cure. It would make me feel much better to know that you were doing all the “ground work” while I was waiting for you. And I will pretend that I didn’t see you eating bonbons and doing crossword puzzles as I walked past the doctors’ lounge.

And now, I would like to end this letter with a quote from Oscar Wilde’s “The Importance of Being Earnest”:

If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.

Yours truly,

Yi-Lin

 

References:

  1. Vitals wait time report. (2018). Retrieved from https://www.vitals.com/about/wait-time
  2. Ahmad, B., Khairatul, K., & Farnaza, A. (2017). An assessment of patient waiting and consultation time in a primary healthcare clinic. Malaysian Family Physician : The Official Journal of the Academy of Family Physicians of Malaysia, 12(1), 14–21.
  3. Huang, X. (1994). Patient attitude towards waiting in an outpatient clinic and it’s applications. Health service management research. Retrieved from http://journals.sagepub.com/doi/pdf/10.1177/095148489400700101
  4. Airey, D. (2017, September 25). Picasso and pricing your design work. Retrieved from https://www.davidairey.com/picasso-and-pricing-your-work/
  5. Ariely, D., & Kreisler, J. (2017). Dollars And Sense: How We Misthink Money And How To Spend Smarter. Harper

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Author: Yi-Lin Cheng (website)

Editor: Mary Abramczuk

Image credit: Abraham Solomon, “Waiting for the Verdict” (England. 1859), The J. Paul Getty Museum, via Getty.edu

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Emotion General Literature Palliative Care Poetry Reflection Spirituality

Smiling Rust

Smiling Rust
By Janie Cao
Edited by Mary Abramczuk
My grandpa used to be a particular quirky smile.

He was once a certain amused sigh.


But nowadays, at visits I pay

He’s a bag of dust— hidden behind marble and rust.


On those days, I am truly glad

That I believe in more than what passes the eye.


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Photo credit:lavagirl66