Finding Peace in the Morass

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Friends, how are you feeling and doing today?

Three weeks ago workouts and bedtime went to hell for me, as it became clear that coronavirus would soon turn our lives upside down and inside out.  I could not read fast or widely enough.  At the end of that week I posted three times in four days, discharging all that I was learning, attempting to convince anybody I could that the tidal wave was coming.  I felt like Chicken Little.

The last two weeks saw myriad conference calls, reorganizations, virtual team huddles, sleepless nights, workflow changes, text threads, mood swings, mass emails, sporadic workouts, and also moments of connection, both personal and professional.  In an effort to stay informed, I put Facebook back on my phone, to keep up with the medical COVID groups sharing information and experience.  It’s exhausting.  As of this moment that app is once again deleted.  I need a better new normal.

I’m not doing my usual in-depth, in person interviews and exams with patients.  I really miss it.  But my phone conversations have been no less meaningful.  I hear about my patients’ cough, fatigue, fevers, headaches, and sore throats.  Some have diarrhea.  Some can get tested for coronavirus, others cannot.  We work through it day by day.  I also hear anxiety, confusion, frustration, fear, and uncertainty.  I do my best to be objective and evidence-based, as well as compassionate and empathetic.  I always wish I could do more.

I think it’s uncertainty that people fear the most.  When we don’t know what will happen, especially when the possibilities are as divergent as COVID-19 outcomes, everything is nebulous and scary.  What can we expect?  How should we prepare?  If we choose one path, what if it turns out differently, and we did the wrong thing?  How will we cope?  All this social distancing and sheltering in place—it’s decimating the economy.  Those voicing concern over this must not be dismissed.  Meanwhile, what do we do?

If I feel sick, am I infected or not?  Am I contagious or not?  I can’t get a test.  What should I do?

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Over the holidays I read Being Mortal by Atul Gawande, my favorite physician writer.  His eloquent and accessible writing on aging, illness, and the American end of life experience should be required reading for every physician, and really every adult.   After finishing the book, I decided that in order to die at peace, we must live in peace.  And peace must be cultivated.  It’s not something you can invoke in the midst of crisis, unless you have practiced.

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Let Your Breath Lead You

I learned about box breathing at the International Conference on Physician Health in 2016.  It resonated because I had already attempted a mindfulness meditation practice for some years, with varying success.  Inhale, hold, exhale, and rest, each for a count of four.  This is not a normal breathing pattern.  So it’s both a mental (attention) and a physical (parasympathetic stimulus) practice.  It lowers blood pressure and heart rate, and eventually cortisol levels.  It is also known as tactical breathing, as soldiers train for combat with this very practice.  The objective is focus and calm at the same time.  I have practiced since 2016, also with varying consistency and success.  These three weeks I have pulled on this technique as a matter of course, and it has saved me.  When the mind is full and chaotic, we can call on the body to lead us to peace.

Accept and Embrace Paradox

Human nature is to overgeneralize and oversimplify.  We seek simple, compartmentalized solutions to complex problems, often in binary form:  black or white, open or closed, good or bad.  But much of life is simply the opposite of simple (ha!), especially during a pandemic of a novel virus.  What we need is a way to tolerate the inherent ambiguity and uncertainty that life will always bring.  Here I must credit “The Big Bang Theory” for teaching me about Schroedinger’s Cat.  It’s a physics thought experiment in which a cat inside a box with a toxic radioactive substance can be thought of as, paradoxically, simultaneously alive and dead until the box is opened and its true state revealed.  In the case of coronavirus:  If you have had an exposure and you feel fine, or if you feel sick but it’s not that bad, and you cannot be tested, your true state is either infected or not infected.  But since we cannot know, we can consider you to be both.  So what should you do?

  1. Be grateful that you are not gravely ill.
  2. Act like you’re healthy, and live your life.
  3. Act like you’re infected, and don’t do things that will infect others.
  4. Practice, with deep, box-like breaths, the skill of accepting and embracing paradox.

Make a Choice

Even as I advocate vociferously for people to stay home, I understand the economic consequences of this intervention.  Rock, meet hard place.  For a while I asked myself  which I would regret more:  Executing defensible drastic measures in response to those who warned us for months, and then having it be ‘not that bad’ (because we all already know it will be some version of BAD), or doing less than was recommended and having it be unfathomably bad, like it has been in Italy, and what New York City already is?  Lives will be ruined either way, and deaths will escalate, directly from the virus and indirectly from all kinds of other things.  But I could not live in good conscience if we knowingly chose the latter path; I personally would regret that more, and I think our leaders and my profession would be crucified.  Because there are very few ways to prevent the direct deaths now—we missed the boat of containment.  Now our only hope is to slow the spread so as not to overwhelm our hospitals.  But there are myriad options to prevent and mitigate the indirect suffering and death, economic and otherwise.  That is where we can still exercise agency, creativity, collaboration, and innovation.

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Nobody knows what lies on the other side of this morass.  Life will never be like it was before—but that has always been the case.  Make no mistake though: we are all in it together, like it or not, know it or not, want it or not.  At no other time have we seen more clearly how the actions of one affect the outcomes of the many.  In another example of paradox, each of us is both victim and agent at the same time.

So how can we achieve peace?  Look for the helpers, as Mr. Rogers’s mom advised.  Be a helper, as much as you can.  Breathe through the anxiety; connect with those who help you.  Let go false dichotomies and breathe some more.  Plan and execute your small and significant contribution to maintaining and rebuilding the economy.

And please, please—for now—stay home.

 

The Doctors Are Scared

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Shared by fellow physician mom and blogger Anne Slater, MD

My friends, it starts.

More and more patients present to emergency departments across the country with viral respiratory syndromes, and now that testing is ramping up, confirmed cases double about every 2.5 days in the US, and deaths about every 3, consistent with the worst international experience.  Coronavirus pneumonia patients can crash quickly, requiring ventilator support within a day or two of getting admitted to the hospital.

Hospital ventilators are increasingly occupied by patients who will require them for weeks, not days like with typical pneumonia patients.  We don’t have enough ventilators for this rapidly increasing and prolonged need.  And these patients remain infectious for the duration of their illness—care teams’ exposure risk escalates with each patient admitted to the unit.  Places like Yale and Vanderbilt have already created overflow wards to care for the flood of patients that New York is already seeing.

Doctors and nurses across the country lack the most basic personal protective equipment (PPE).  Medical teams in China, Italy, and Iran wear hazmat suits like we saw during the Ebola outbreak in 2014.  In the US, we don’t even have enough masks and gowns.  We face a raging wildfire armed with squirt guns.  Our PPE will run out in days unless supplies are replenished now.  My colleagues and I are on the phone with our dentists, contractors, and even our patients themselves, looking for N95 masks, disposable gloves and the like.  This in the country that thinks it’s the best at everything.

I wrote last weekend about my friends on the ‘front lines’, my emergency, hospitalist, and intensivist colleagues.  They are the most qualified to care for the sickest patients.  Their exposure risk is the highest.  In China and Italy, and now in the US, these physicians are the ones falling critically ill and dying.  New grads have already been recruited to stem the tide in Italy.  Retired physicians have returned to bays and wards in New York.

My primary care colleagues and I have been asked whether we will volunteer to work in these high risk areas, for which we have neither the training nor the expertise anymore.  I have not managed ventilated patients in almost 20 years.

If I am called up, I will answer.  But I’m scared.

Both of my kids have asthma.  Though children appear largely spared from coronavirus death, hundreds of children were admitted with severe disease in China.  And my kids’ risk is likely higher than many of their peers’ because my husband and I are both physicians.  We work at different hospitals.  So each of us has a wide and unique exposure circle, both of which we bring home to overlap on our kids every day we see patients.  By the time I’m needed in the high intensity care areas, the situation will be truly catastrophic, and the risk to my family and me will be even greater.  Hubs and I have already agreed that should that happen, we should probably not live at home.  He and I will try to avoid having to answer that call at the same time.

There will be much more death and suffering before this ends.  And the end is still very far off.

You can help.

“We stay at work for you.  You stay home for us.”

I leave you with a personal story that I read tonight.  God bless Dr. Gilman.

https://www.facebook.com/plugins/post.php?href=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fcleavon.gilman%2Fposts%2F10157045636977393&width=500“>From Dr. Cleavon Gilman, emergency physician in New York City, March 20, 2020:

6,211 cases in New York City.

Last night was insane; high volume and high acuity. Sick patients lie on stretchers hooked up to cardiac monitors that beep endlessly throughout the night. At one point I just stood at the nursing station and looked around. I guess this is what the pandemic will look like. There were at least 80 positive coronavirus virus patients in all 4 bays that required admission. Their age ranged from 20-90s, but each age group was represented equally. I’ve never seen so many people with pneumonias with rapid progressions. I try to discharge the younger patients with pneumonias, but when I walked them and check vital signs, their oxygen drops down to 85% and heartrate increases to the 140s. They are so fragile. A few of these patients were otherwise healthy, yet still stricken with pneumonia. A lot of patients had to be intubated for respiratory distress – they crash so quickly.

I’m really happy with the way leadership has responded to the crisis. Last night they deployed an anesthesia intubation team to help us with the vast amount of people being intubated and placed on ventilators. I intubated the prior two nights, so it was great to have others help, because aside from coronavirus patients, we still manage other emergencies such as strokes, brain bleeds, seizures, heart attacks, appendicitis, GI bleeds etc.

There are still a lot of people that come to the emergency room and want coronavirus testing, but we cannot test everyone, because there are not a lot tests. The coronavirus test is limited for patients being admitted because patients have to be cohorted with patients that have or don’t have coronavirus. Our main criteria for admission are shortness of breath and hypoxia, which have to be monitored closely.

What is shortness of breath? Imagine running full speed on a treadmill at an incline of 8 then stopping immediately and trying to speak to someone. That is what respiratory distress from coronavirus does to you. Patients cannot breathe at a rate of 40 times per minute for too long before they tire out.

Young patients usually do well on supplemental oxygen, but a portion of them desaturate on the floor and ultimately end up intubated.

I was fortunate to spend the night with our ED director Dr. Betty Chang, and residents Taylor Walsh and Marc Tarsillo (pictured below). Till next time.

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