I have only had to replace one earbud, and now the diaphragm twice. Somehow I feel really good about this, like we have both survived and thrived, and continue to serve at our highest capacity. 😊
My stethoscope is 22 years old.
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Love You Into Being
A couple of weeks ago I met my new medical students. These 10-12 trainees will be my small group for the next two years. We will meet monthly to discuss the soft stuff of medical training—hierarchy, tribalism, death and dying, medical errors, difficult patients, etc. Some call it “third year medical student support group.” This is my 6th year of the pleasure and privilege (I inherited my first group halfway through, when their previous preceptor moved out of state).
With each successive group I am ever more amazed at the students’ level of insight. They articulate compassion, humility, and maturity that I don’t think I had at their level of training. Or maybe it’s because we did not have classes like this to explore such things when I came up (or maybe I don’t remember?). More and I more I see my role as facilitator more than teacher. I am not here to impart medical knowledge. Rather, it is my job to stimulate exploration, conversation, and meaning. It’s so freeing, really—there is no standardized test to teach to. And yet I see it as my responsibility to help prepare these gifted young people to face the greatest challenge and reward of the profession: human relationships.
I feel no fear or trepidation. We cannot ‘fail’ at this class, any of us. Because the point of it is simply for everybody to participate, contribute, consider, and learn—myself included. Each month the students are given questions to answer in the form of a blog post. For example, “Recall an example of inspiring or regrettable behavior that you witnessed by a physician. Describe the situation, and its impact on you, the team, and/or the patient.” I read them all and facilitate discussion, tying together common themes and asking probing questions. My primary objective is to help them maintain the thoughtfulness and humanity that led them to medicine in the first place. Medical training has evolved in the past 20 years, for the better in some ways, not so much in others. One way we do much better nowadays is recognizing the hidden curriculum, and shining light on its effects, both positive and negative, through classes like this.
We all have those teachers who made a difference in our lives—or at least I hope we all do. I have multiple: Mrs. Cobb, 4th grade; Mr. Alt, 7th grade math; Ms. Townsend (now Ms. Anna), 7th grade English; Ms. Sanborn, 7th grade social studies; Mrs. Stahlhut, 9th grade geometry; Mrs. Summers, 10th grade English; Coach Knafelc, varsity volleyball; Dr. Woodruff, primary care preceptor; Dr. Roach, intern clinic preceptor; Dr. Tynus, chief resident program director. My mom is one of these teachers, also. She leads nursing students in their clinical rotations. I have seen her student feedback forms—they love her. And it wasn’t until I heard her talk about her students that I realized why they love her and what makes her so effective—she loves them first. Teaching is often compared to parenting. Our parents, at their best, see our potential and love us into our best selves. They cheer us, support us, redirect us, and admonish us. They show us the potential rewards of our highest aspirations. If we’re lucky, they role model their best selves for us to emulate.
All of my best teachers did (do) this for me. I’m friends with many of them to this day, and I still learn from them in almost every encounter. I love them because I feel loved by them. They held space for my ignorance and imperfections. I always knew that they knew that my best self was more than the last paper I wrote, the last test I aced, or the last patient encounter I botched. To them, my peers and I were not simply students. We were fellow humans on a journey of mutual discovery, and they were simply a little farther along on the path.
This is my aspiration as a teacher, to live up to the example of all those who loved me into the best version of myself today. This kind of love allows for growth and evolution, from student to colleague, to friend, and fellow educator. This is not something attending physicians typically express to medical students, positive evolution of medical education notwithstanding. But when I met this new group, I was overcome by love for them. So I told them. “If you take away nothing else from our two years together, I want you to have felt loved by me. I wish to love you into the best doctors you can be. That is my only job here.” Or something like that. It was impulsive and possibly high risk. But it was the most honest thing I could say in that moment, my most authentic expression of my highest goal for my time with them. I only get to see them once a month, and I want them to be crystal clear about what I am here to do. We have lots to cover these two years, so much to learn and apply. And love is the best thing I can offer to hold us all up through it.
Walking the Talk
The Journey and the Struggle
18 months ago I wrote about my plan for maximizing menopause preparedness. As with so many missions, this one has experienced both successes and failures. Since January 2016, I have grooved my exercise routine in the most awesome way. I am all over the TRX, doing Spiderman push-ups, incline presses, pistols and more. I get my cardio intervals and I’m foam rolling. I feel stronger now than at any time since high school, and I’m proud of this accomplishment.
*sigh*
The eating, on the other hand, continues to be a challenge. Earlier this year a patient looked at me without expression, and stated bluntly that I had gained 8.7 pounds since the last time he saw me. Right after that’s kind of inappropriate, I thought, well, he’s right, I have been gaining weight. Last March I wrote about weight loss strategy, thinking mainly about my exercise habit formation. Sadly, my own weight has gone opposite to the desired direction, despite an honest attempt at adherence to my own advice. Evidence suggests that weight loss really is about 80% diet and 20% exercise. But sometimes you can only focus on one thing at a time.
Back in 2008, when I finished nursing, I thought, I can get my body back! I knew I was not going to exercise, and I had no energy to police my food choices. But I also knew I was eating too much, so I decided to just cut my portions in half. It felt easy, decisive, and empowering. I lost 25 pounds in 9 months, and got down to my wedding weight. But eventually I acknowledged that though I was thin, I was squishy. So I connected with my trainer in 2014, the primary goal being to get moving without injuring myself. Right now I’m up 17# since my nadir in 2009, though I’m much more fit than the last time I lived at this weight.
Talking the Walk
I’ve always had a love-love relationship with food, and it shows in my weight/habitus. I notice also that my own state of mind and body has influenced the advice I offer to patients. Before I exercised regularly I spoke to patients a lot more about diet; now it’s more balanced. One patient brought it up recently. He asked, “What about the doctors who smoke, or the obese ones, how can they advise anybody about healthy habits?” I’ve thought a lot about it, so I was ready to answer. To me, there are three main options, all of which I have tried.
Disclaim. We doctors can rely on our authority to tell people what to do to get healthier. They notice our fat rolls, or smell cigarette smoke on us. They see the dark circles under our eyes and surmise that we don’t sleep enough. Maybe they can tell we don’t exercise. But we admonish them to eat less and move more. We say (subconsciously) to ourselves, “Do what I say, not what I do.”
Avoid. Rather than give lifestyle advice at all, we can focus on prescriptions and referrals. We feel we have no place instructing patients to eat more leaves, go to the gym, or quit smoking, when we don’t even do so ourselves. So we don’t even bother, feeling like hypocrites.
I think both of these responses are rooted in shame and perfectionism. And I think we should not fault physicians for choosing them—that would be meta-shaming–never helpful. These are normal, human responses to our professional training and expectations. Physicians have long held positions of authority and expertise. Until very recently, our relationships with patients were mostly paternalistic. But with burgeoning access to information, a culture evolving (rightly) toward patient autonomy, and physicians experiencing historically high levels of burnout and suicide, we cannot afford to burden ourselves with the illusion that we must be perfect in order to be credible.
Connect. I think the healthiest response, for both patients and physicians, is for us doctors to acknowledge our own struggles; to empathize with the difficulty, the conflict, and the utter disappointment of not being able to control our actions and choices as we would like. I think patients don’t expect us to be perfect. But they do want us to be human and relatable. I often find myself saying, “I know that feeling,” or, “Yep, that’s my weakness, too,” or, “Oh, and what about x-y-z? That’s my problem!” Only once has a patient said to me, “Shame on you!” He was a perfectionist himself; I didn’t take it personally.
I stress eat. I eat when I’m bored. I eat late at night, and I love sugar, starch, salt, and fat. The struggle is real, and I know it all too well. So when I ask you, “What small changes can you commit to in the next month?” believe me, I’m asking myself also. And if you tell me something that has worked for you, I’ll probably try it. I still think my ‘4 A’s of goal setting’ apply: Assessable, Actionable, Attainable, and Accountable. I just haven’t found my 4A formula for eating yet. But lately I have taken a more lighthearted approach to healthy eating trials. Nothing is life or death, and I know iterative changes are best. If one thing doesn’t work, hopefully I can learn something and move on to the next. No dessert on weekdays. Vegetarian on days I work. No eating after 8pm. No starch at dinner… Meh, none of it seems to stick yet. Even my cut-it-in-half strategy doesn’t appeal to me these days. It’s so frustrating! And it’s also okay, because I know I’m doing my best, just like my patients are. We can all just take it a little more lightly, one step at a time.
So by the time menopause actually hits, I’m confident that I will be prepared to meet it, with grace and maybe a little irreverence. I’m learning to judge myself (and thus others) a little more gently. I’m learning to love my body, whatever shape it’s in. After all, it’s the only one I’ll have this time around, and I need to maintain it for the long haul. Turns out, my patients have been my best companions and consultants on the journey.
Healing Through Connection 