Humanism 2009 - Western University of Health Sciences
Humanism 2009 - Western University of Health Sciences
Humanism 2009 - Western University of Health Sciences
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My hospital room seems cold and gloomy<br />
this morning—appropriate considering<br />
how I am feeling. The burly nurse with the<br />
constant scowl has been coming in and out<br />
<strong>of</strong> the room all morning, routinely stopping<br />
to take blood or turn <strong>of</strong>f the screaming IV<br />
machine. She kneels over me and asks me<br />
a question. I begin to answer, but<br />
immediately halt. Is that me speaking?<br />
What did I even say? She repeats her<br />
question, and again I repeat my gibberish.<br />
She leaves muttering under her breath that<br />
she can’t understand me. Scared and<br />
confused, I attempt to lean forward and sit<br />
up to get out <strong>of</strong> bed and use the restroom. I<br />
can’t. Why can’t I move the left side <strong>of</strong> my<br />
body? Is this what my life is going to be like from now on? Unable to communicate? Unable to walk? Unable to<br />
even get up to go to the restroom on my own? I feel like I am living my own funeral.<br />
There’s a knock on the door, and six people wearing white lab coats and stethoscopes walk into the hospital room<br />
and stare in my direction. The older gentleman begins by asking me how I feel today. Before even giving me a<br />
chance to answer, the man begins speaking again in a monotone, telling me that I suffered a stroke and have lost<br />
function <strong>of</strong> the entire left side <strong>of</strong> my body – as if it were the most ordinary, inconsequential news in the world. He<br />
goes on to list the medications he has put me on and continues to tell me he is going to schedule me with a speech<br />
therapist to help facilitate my recovery. In the meantime, they are working on getting me into a skilled nursing<br />
facility because, clearly, I can no longer live on my own or take care <strong>of</strong> myself. The social worker thinks they have<br />
found an “acceptable” place to send me and – after pushing and pushing – they think they will be able to get me<br />
out <strong>of</strong> here by tomorrow. With that, and with a final muttered “have a nice day,” the six white coats turn around<br />
and begin walking out <strong>of</strong> the room.<br />
“Thanks a lot,” I wanted to call out. “I will definitely have a nice day.”<br />
The list <strong>of</strong> patients we follow each day becomes just that – a list. In our haste to check <strong>of</strong>f each item on the<br />
list, we forget that these are not mere tasks - they are people. Each patient carries a list <strong>of</strong> his own - family,<br />
friends, dreams, goals, and aspirations. How easy it is for those <strong>of</strong> us working in the medical pr<strong>of</strong>ession to<br />
forget this – to view patients as a mere task <strong>of</strong> the work day rather than as people who, more than<br />
anything, just want a chance at life. People whose lives are turned upside down by the words we utter.<br />
People just like us.<br />
What if you suffered a stroke? What if one day you woke up and couldn’t talk? What if the biggest<br />
challenge <strong>of</strong> your day became getting out <strong>of</strong> bed?<br />
What would you expect out <strong>of</strong> your doctor? What kind <strong>of</strong> care would you want?<br />
Think about it.<br />
Do you have your answer? Good. Now do it. ■<br />
A <strong>Western</strong>U DO student discusses treatment with a patient at<br />
Citrus Valley Medical Center, West Covina, Calif., April 2003.<br />
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