Bandaging Society's Wounds: A Primary Care Perspective

摘要

id="p1">Our patients often carry heavy burdens into the examination room. With our standard questioning, we medically divide and define them into recognizable parts, but as pieces of a whole they resist healing. Can we regain a vision of health beyond the isolated individual to one who might belong to a larger community of concern? id="p-2">I recently received a voicemail message that both surprised and disturbed me. A patient called to say that she was discharging me as her doctor. It had never really happened before in such a formal way. Although patients come and go, and their leaving is probably at times an indirect expression of rejection, this message was anything but subtle. Although I was partly relieved, given her dissatisfaction with my ability to help her, I felt the shock of an acutely ruptured relationship. I had “lost” a patient. Did I miss the diagnosis? Fail to treat what was treatable? Forget to listen and to communicate crucial understandings? id="p-3">The details of the story are not unusual given our country's system of fragmented health care. My patient was 64 years old, morbidly obese, and in chronic pain at least in part caused by advanced arthritis in her hip. Although she would need to lose some weight before a surgeon would consider joint replacement, surgery was not an option because she had no insurance, at least for a year when she would become eligible for Medicare. She sat in a crack in the system. Because 70% of my patients are uninsured, I would think I would be used to it—but I never am. id="p-4">My team and I spent several months experimenting with various combinations of pain medicines that could provide relief while remaining within our patient's budget. Because of a range of intolerable side effects we turned to a patented product. Although the patient could not afford it, an indigent care program offered the medicine at no cost if we filled out the forms and waited 4 to 6 weeks for delivery. The week the medicines were to arrive was the week my patient discharged me. From her perspective she had no other choice: the pain remained and therefore I had failed to fulfill my obligations as her doctor. id="p-5">It would be easy to lay the blame on a broken health care system that often fissures and becomes a gaping chasm into which people fall. This patient's insurance status created barriers. But is it fair to assume all would be well if she had that little card that opens the doors to our vast and powerful medical establishment? id="p-6">Our technology works so well when a broken part needs fixing. If not the next new medicine, then surely a new hip would solve her problems. But this patient's story was more complicated (aren’t they all?). She had a disabled husband, a lonely life, a relationship with food that was a substitute for a fulfillment of deeper needs. Weight loss was a worthy goal, so I assessed her stage of change and dutifully gave her the handouts. But underneath the superficial fulfillment of my obligations to recommend behavioral modification I knew she could not see the future with enough hope to begin to change. In context it is clear that hers was not just objective pain. She suffered at a level that resists measurement and remains mysteriously personal. Yet in so many cases we arrive at the default—unwritten but understood as a part of the contract—that the doctor will solve the problem and relieve the pain with the power of the pills at their disposal. id="p-7">Deep down I feel something has gone wrong. When I committed to primary care 25 years ago, I looked forward to the privilege of working with people through their struggles and sicknesses. I never wanted to have expectations placed on me that I could simply erase problems. Yet now more than ever I feel the weight of that responsibility. From where does that feeling come? Is it because we live in a society that has lost the art of suffering because we think our advances make suffering unnecessary? Or have we, the medical profession, made promises we really cannot keep when we say that we can control—ie, vanquish—all pain? What medicine promises and what society expects seem to synergistically feed this ever-expanding myth that eventually loses contact with the daily realities of individual lives. id="p-8">A few years ago my father was nearing the end of his life. He had had repeated small heart attacks and his heart was failing him, slowly but surely. Although his medical care alleviated much of his discomfort, he struggled for quite some time before he died. With a physician as a son, having excellent services, good health insurance, and many strong advocates, my family and I assumed the medical project would deliver on its promises and he would not suffer at the end. When this did not happen, I had to relearn the fact that medicine has limits, that not all of his distress was avoidable, and that his suffering did not diminish him