Saturday, February 19, 2011
Taking Care of Patients: You Do What You Have To
Today the Food Librarian posted a piece about today being the Day of Remembrance for Japanese-Americans. On this day in 1942 FDR signed Executive Order 9066, authorizing the internment of Japanese-Americans. Her father and his family were interned in camps during the Second World War.
This post brought to mind a story my father told me many years ago. When he moved to Southern California he got a job in a medical practice in Westminster, in Orange County. The founding member of the practice was named Dr. Johnson. (I vaguely remember him; we were invited to dinner at his house once a year.) Dr. Johnson had founded the practice in, I think, the ninteen-thirties. He was the old-school type who delivered babies at home. There was no hospital in the area until he got a group of doctors together and built one. Sadly, Westminster Hospital now no longer exists.
At the time the area was largely agricultural and many of the farmers were Japanese-American. Once the Executive Order was signed these farmers knew they'd lose their land. Having nowhere else to go, they went to their doctor - the only Caucasian authority figure they could trust. They sold Dr. Johnson their farmland for a dollar.
When the farmers were released from internment, they returned home and went to Dr. Johnson to buy back their land. He sold it back to them.
For a dollar.
My dad told me this story to teach me something about medicine and about the relationships doctors build with their patients. Those farmers stayed with the practice for decades, even after Dr. Johnson retired; they and their children became my father's patients. The trust they had in him overwhelms me. Would you sell someone everything you had for a dollar and expect to get it back? But then, people entrust their lives to doctors every day and think nothing of it. Nor do I, really. Maybe I should think about it more.
A favorite philosophical question of medicine is "Is medicine an art or a science?" The answer is it's both: You can't have one without the other. I think that's what this story illustrates. Medicine is changing every day, but the heart of primary care is still the relationship between doctor and patient. I will defend that relationship with everything I have, because when it is gone medicine as we know it will no longer exist.
Oh and by the way. Dr. Bernard Micke of Madison, Wisconsin? YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
"Lydia, oh Lydia, that Encyclopiddea..."
Lately I've been unable to get this song out of my head:
Check out Groucho's "gesture" at 1:04 (apparently one of his trademarks). Why Mr. Marx!
Labels: Pop Culture