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Rodin's Thinker
I grew up in a broken family, as most of you know. My dad married three times, had seven daughters, and my mom married three times and had three, including me.
My dad had a little brother named Jack, who grew up to do many great things, such as teeach, tutor and act as guidance counselor to both young students and inmates at Riker's Island.
My Uncle Jack married young, the first time, and his marriage didn't work out, and he felt badly about that. So when he made his second marriage to a lady named Jane (I kid you not, his own Lady Jane), he felt happy.
He tried to emotionally adopt her two kids but they were hers, with another father. We all know how that goes.
So when he and Jane got pregnant and had their daughter Jackie, it was a big thing. To him and his wife, and to the rest of our family, it was a big thing. Finally, to see Jack happy. Finally, to see Jack being a loving daddy, and to be loved by someone who called him "Daddy".
And he was a loving daddy. And he was loved.
"Here's your cousin's picture, Littlebit. Here's Jackie and her Betty Grable legs", he said to me as he proudly showed off a picture of his chubby and adorable little one-year-old daughter.
I met her when she was a toddler, Jackie. And yes, she had sexy legs, for a baby. And yes, she was adorable. And yes, she was the apple of her daddy's eye.
And then I moved to California and stayed out there for 11 years. And so I missed seeing Jackie grow up. I missed out on how smart and clever she was -- smart enough to win a scholarship to Oxford at the age of 16. And I missed how she made an impact with her own fellow students at school, giving them a voice through being a very outspoken and smart young lady who questioned everything, and missed nothing. I missed everything about her, while I was 3000 miles away.
Until I got a phone call, out of the blue, and it was my sister and she said, "Jackie is in a coma. It looks really scary, but we're praying".
My dad had been living overseas at the time, but he was home during Jackie's coma, and he, unreligious as could be, even he asked me to pray for her.
I asked: "How??" "Why?". All I could remember was the pretty toddler with Betty Grable legs. It didn't make sense.
I was told: Jackie, like a number of our family, suffers asthma. She was using inhalers and having to go the hospital a lot when the inhalers didn't work. So Uncle Jack and Aunt Jane found a specialist for her, so that she could live like a normal 16-year-old girl.
She would go to a doctor, once a week, and get a shot, and she would no longer get out of breath or need an inhaler. And she could continue playing sports, and she could to to Oxford on her scholarship, and all would be well for her.
Except that, on the day she fell into her coma, which was a day just like any other once-a-week day, she went to see her doctor to get her normal shot in the arm, and afterwards she got into the car with Uncle Jack, and put on her seatbelt just like always, and they took off towards home, and then.....suddenly, so suddenly, Jackie grabbed her arm and yelled, "Daddy! It hurts!!"
And Uncle Jack pulled the car over to the side of the road, and said, "What hurts, honey, what's wrong??" and she passed out.
She passed away about two weeks later, in a coma, with kidney failure.
My Uncle Jack and Aunt Jane donated everything to science. That was their wish.
They did not ask why, they did not sue the doctor who gave Jackie her shot in the arm, they did not want their daughter's sudden death to become a freak show in the media.
They held a very beautiful ceremony at her high school wherein the statue of Rodin's Thinker was added to the school grounds in her name, and they kept a small statue of Rodin's Thinker in their home. They also kept Jackie's bedroom untouched, for years, so that by the time I got home from California for good, the room was stale but still untouched.
My uncle personally opened the bedroom door for me, without my asking him to, and proudly showed off Jackie's highschool yearbooks, her ribbons, her pictures, and her dollhouse. It's a tour I will never forget.
My uncle has since passed away, recently, and so did Jane. Within a few weeks of each other, in fact.
Rodin's Thinker thinks and ponders on.
I wonder to myself, sometimes, should they have questioned further the reasons for their daughter's sudden reaction to her normal, weekly, asthma shot? Should they have tried to find out further what happened? They were not the sort of folks who jump at a lawsuit. They only mourned the loss of their daughter. And they were told it was a freakish reaction, so the drug their daughter was given was usually not so much a killer, if at all.
No one in my family blamed them or tried to talk them into finding out more. Why, or how, could we? They lived in depression from the day she died, until the days that they died.
And Rodin's Thinker thinks on.
This was for Clear Thinker, and for me. I did not write this to help my cousin, nor her parents, who are all passed. I write it for me and for Clear Thinker (because I owed him the story), and I write it for anyone who has to deal with death, drugs, and love.
My cousin, my aunt, and my Uncle Jack are missed. None of it makes sense, but there it is.
Your thoughts are welcome. Clear Thinker has his answer, and I have said my piece.














Comments (50)
Rec'd obviously. You did not owe me anything, but I do thank you for sharing... in that unique voice that is all yours.
June 19, 2008 1:19 AM | Reply | Permalink
I don't have much to say (what can you say?), but you're a beautiful writer.
June 19, 2008 1:22 AM | Reply | Permalink
First, I would like to say that clearthinker and demosaur are the only two people to have commented, so far, and I have 3 recommends, and I did NOT, sure as hell not, recommend my post. I stopped doing that a week ago.
So I have an anonymous recommender, which is fine by me.
Second, clearthinker, no I didn't really owe it to you, and I thank you and demosaur both for "getting" me, and the way I write.
Third, everything I say here is always true, and will get me busted, in the end, I'm sure. But I cannot be anything but myself, and I can only relate to everyone else here by putting myself in their shoes and asking them to put themselves in mine, and I'm able to wear a lot of shoes because I've worn a lot of shoes and I'm still standing.
My writing skills are a given gift that I am grateful for. Both my parents could write, and write well. Short stories, poetry, they both had vivid imaginations, and therein lay the rub because they couldn't work it out between themselves, when they were both so talented it makes my head spin. I understand and forgive them for divorcing when I was only 3 years old. I'm just grateful they had me. But, Jesus, if they had only stuck together to write a novel togehter, I would be the famous daughter of a famous couple who wrote a famous book. That is my parents. That is me.
Meanwhile, I haven't written anything but what you see here, so I guess I need a lesson in life too.
June 19, 2008 1:52 AM | Reply | Permalink
now you've got TWO anonymous recommenders. he he.
....
doh.
June 19, 2008 1:58 AM | Reply | Permalink
Thank you, LisB. Beautifully written from the heart.
June 19, 2008 2:08 AM | Reply | Permalink
Thank you, greendreams, I love your posts too. Thank you, quinn esq, because you are a really fun new voice to me, and it's amazing you can keep your sense of humor whilst having tubes stuck up your nose.
June 19, 2008 2:15 AM | Reply | Permalink
Getting back to asthma, it seems to be a big thing amongst other people I know. I've never suffered it, but my oldest sister and her son have suffered through it, like our dad and his brother and our cousin.
Me, I have a smoker's cough. Understandable, I smoke.
My cousin Jackie did not smoke, and Jack gave it up a long time ago, and my nephew doesn't smoke either. First, why do some members of the family have weaker lungs, and second, why do certain drugs on the market lead to freak accidents?
I don't watch much TV except MSNBC and CNN or once in a blue moon HGTV or Bravo, but I've seen many commercials for drugs. And they all have happy, smiley people doing happy, smiley things, all the while with a man or woman speaking really fast in the background, saying, "You should not use XXXXXX if you do A or B or C and have not spoken with your doctor, and those who stand up really quickly and get light in the head should call their doctor immediately...."
Who is doing the drug-testing, and are they doing it long enough before they allow a new drug out on the market? Not that I want to scare anyone, but these thoughts do indeed occur to me everytime I see a new drug commercial. Sometimes, the cynic in me thinks "Soylent Green". Sometimes, I hope that these drugs do indeed provide the answer.
I'm just sayin'.
June 19, 2008 2:10 AM | Reply | Permalink
I had childhood asthma, but fortunately I only suffered one major attack. My mother remembers a frantic morning rushing to the emergency room. I remember sounding like a duck without even trying and having to miss preschool.
I feel you on the drug issue; my father is a diabetic smoker with a pace maker who takes Avandia, a drug that's known to severely raise the likelihood of heart attack. It hasn't been pulled from the market because for some patients, like my father, there's not a better alternative. Nothing much you can do but cross your fingers and hope, and that's with side effects you know about...
June 19, 2008 2:38 AM | Reply | Permalink
I'm all for advancing in science, to help people live who might not, otherwise, have a chance to live a "normal" life. But so many new drugs out on the market, and it makes me wonder how much testing has truly been done.
"Those with liver or kidney disease should not take xxxx, and if you take other medications they may interact. And if you feel dizzy upon standing up or have a hard-on for over 14 days, you may have a problem that only your girlfriend thinks is awesome. Those who already take diet pills or have weak livers might not want to drink standing up at a bar for more than two nights out of the week, and those who are pregnant or wish to be pregnant shouldn't touch the hair-growth pills of their balding boyfriends. Those who are breast-feeding might like the sensation but keep in mind that what you do, your baby does. Which is not to say that your doctor doesn't know what the hell you're doing in your own spare time, but still, be careful."
Those commercials knock those little bywords out so quickly, even a lawyer can't get a word in edge-wise sometimes.
June 19, 2008 2:59 AM | Reply | Permalink
Wow. Speechless. (Rare)
June 19, 2008 8:01 AM | Reply | Permalink
Wow, Lis, what a heartbreaker. The question of should they have sued? That's a toughie. In the throes of their grief, they probably just focused on that. But, then you think, what if the drug is dangerous? Or what if it was being administered properly? Shouldn't the public be protected? You don't want any more Jackies being lost.
June 19, 2008 7:41 AM | Reply | Permalink
Forgive that I steer this heartfelt post to the subject of crude politics, but you seem to express lack of confidence in our current drug-testing and approval system. Googling of the words "lobbyist revolving doors" yields some eye-opening results. Basically, when it comes to our government regulation agencies, including the FDA, the past few administrations, including the Clinton, have frequently appointed the foxes to guard the chicken coop, a situation which has resulted in lax, industry-friendly regulation. In the case of the FDA, it has allowed easy approval and toothless labeling of genetically modified produce, growth hormones in our meat, Vioxx, Nevirapine (for HIV treatment of pregnant women) and a whole panoply of horror stories.
Your family's tragedy is very personal, but even a modicum of research will clearly reveal to anyone that our system is broken and that this sort of thing happens more often than we believe. It is my hope that an administration untied to lobbyists will begin to make a difference.
June 19, 2008 9:54 AM | Reply | Permalink
If -- when -- Obama is elected, a great number of lobbyists are going to have a whole new world to get used to. I'm looking forward to it.
June 19, 2008 4:47 PM | Reply | Permalink
Wow - I'll hug my daughter extra tight tonight thinking of your cousin. I will have a little trouble explaining to her why I'll be crying.
June 19, 2008 10:23 AM | Reply | Permalink
You're right to be concerned. We are told the USA has the best medicine, and medicines on earth. Truth is, 51% of FDA approved drugs have to be pulled from the market or relabeled because of serious "post-approval side effects" (GAO). The revolving door is part of the problem, as are intensive lobbying of Congress, undue influence of industry in writing laws and regulations and outright drug company malfeasance. They cheat on research, bury negative studies, and use inappropriate populations for the studies. They lie about the results. By way of the massive advertising they do, they influence news stories too.
Anyone read Blink? Gladwell reports experiments on doctor/patient communications. Even with the words garbled and not understandable, experts can predict what doctors will get sued. Basically if patients like the doctor, they're unlikely to sue.
I've seen this personally. My dad had a stroke after doctors took him off anticoagulants to do a prostate biopsy. He never fully recovered, but though he could no longer speak clearly, he asked about the biopsy. Yep, it was cancer, but he was not deemed a viable candidate for chemo, radiation or surgery! So why risk clotting to do the biopsy? My mom and dad liked the doctor, and didn't sue.
June 19, 2008 10:40 AM | Reply | Permalink
Really lovely. Thanks.
June 19, 2008 11:43 AM | Reply | Permalink
Thanks Lis, I always love reading your posts. You always make me think, make me laugh, or make me cry. Or all three.
I just read an interesting piece on BBC online from a guy who's over here to cover the election. He was absolutely gobsmacked to see commercials (or adverts as they say) for prescription drugs on tv. Why are pharmacutical companies allowed to push drugs as just another consumer product like orange juice? Why indeed?
If I were Queen of the World, the first thing I'd do is kick those ads off the air. Then I'd ban violin solos.
June 19, 2008 12:16 PM | Reply | Permalink
My son and I always make a point of listening carefully as they real off the side effects at hyperspeed towards the end of the commerical and laugh at it. But, I realize that it's really not at all funny. And, yeah, even in conversations with your Doctor, possible side effects for new drugs are not really discussed. There are inserts that you should read and understand, but how many do? People trust that their doctors are looking out for their best interests. And when something goes wrong, you're a statistic.
June 19, 2008 12:26 PM | Reply | Permalink
Hear, hear.
June 19, 2008 4:52 PM | Reply | Permalink
After the long list of possible side effects, my husband and I always yell "and bleeding from the ass!"
June 19, 2008 12:38 PM | Reply | Permalink
Apparently, the problem is widespread.
http://www.theonion.com/content/node/42136
As are tubes up the nose. A distinctly unfunny condition.
June 19, 2008 1:08 PM | Reply | Permalink
LisB, Great writing thank you. I read somewhere a while back that if a drug in trial does what it is supposed to do to 60% of the people it is considered market viable. I thought that was a low rate. But here is another thing I think about along with that figure. I cannont take one of the vitamin B's. I am not sure which one but after years of observation they put me to sleep. They act like valiums - first day I'm rather la-de-da then I get sleepy and by the 4th day I am nearly comatose. I know someone that has the same reaction. I have a friend who can't have more than a glass of orange juice once a week because the vitamin C will makes him paranoid. Human bodies are strange.
That said, I do have to say that the pharms advertising on TV to me is just about the most bizarre thing I can imagine. I wouldn't dream of going to my doctor and telling him what drug to give me but I have read that this is what people do all the time now. Maybe it's because of the "Better living through Chemistry" generation that so many are willing to swallow anything. I'm just the opposite - been there, done that, now it has to be life saving before I eat it.
June 19, 2008 12:38 PM | Reply | Permalink
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgoB2h_Wkco
June 19, 2008 1:08 PM | Reply | Permalink
LisB,
I'm working on a master's degree in environmental health and science. My current research is on ultrafine particles, under a professor fairly well-known for his work on indoor air pollution.
If I move on to a PhD, it will have to be in public health, since I'd have to follow my professor to his new department.
Asthma is one of the most important issues on our plate here in Southern California, for people in the environmental & public health fields. We focus so much on how it affects quality of life, especially for young people. One of the main projects of my professor's research group is working with foreign developing world governments on a local/provincial level to provide clean, efficient cooking stoves to families in poor communities to improve indoor air quality. We're also doing all sorts of other stuff on air pollution & particles here in SouCal, from studying wildfires to vehicle exhaust particles. I wanted you to know that the causes of asthma are being addressed vigorously, by a lot of great minds, and by at least 1 person who reads your posts. (When I have time to be on TPM..I'm not here every day, so I probably miss one here or there..)
You've brought home for me that asthma is not just a quality of life issue. It can really be life threatening, for the same reason that it's risky to have any disease - the treatment might kill you faster.
Allow me to compliment you. You've given us a very moving and personal story with the same dignity that I know your Aunt and Uncle had. Thank you.
And if you don't mind, I'll be thinking of your cousin for inspiration in the years to come. It will remind me that I'm really involved in a worthy cause.
June 19, 2008 1:11 PM | Reply | Permalink
That made me cry. Thank you.
June 19, 2008 4:57 PM | Reply | Permalink
Thanks LisB. Sad, and bittersweet post. As for drug testing, we are at the brink of understanding why some people respond positively to a drug and some don't. It's called pharmacogenomics--understanding how genetic differences account for variable metabolizing of drugs. I don't want to bore everyone to tears since it's an area I do research in and I could go on forever. But, I wanted to make the point that there is no such thing as a zero risk drug, and while I'm not defending the FDA, they have to do their analyses based on population averages. Personalized genetics and pharmacogenomics will help us zero in so we make sure the right person takes the right drug at the right dose based on their genes. Of course, the "best we can do" is not enough for people like your cousin and her family. More research and more resources for FDA so they can do a better job--that's what we need.
June 19, 2008 1:27 PM | Reply | Permalink
LisB: I am so sorry about your cousin, who deserved a full life.
Medical and pharmaceutical negligence seems to be rampant. Or is it just that it shocks us when it occurs, because we assume doctors and hospital workers can be relied on to know what they're doing? (Of course, why do we think that when nurses work such long shifts, interns, etc. are subjected to 36 hour on-call, and surgeons have no time for aftercare communication?)
For what it's worth, both of my parents died relatively young, five years apart, as a result of serial procedural and drug mistakes.
My father (a sports fanatic at 69 who had just had an A+ physical, and had been cross-country skiing a few days before) came down with a bad cold/lung infection. A local GP (God help me -- my college sweetheart) gave him antibiotics (which one, unknown) which did nothing for the infection but to which he had a severe allergic reaction. Breathless, he was rushed to the ER where, given the family connection and guilt, no holds were barred; within hours, after multiple blood tests, X-rays and sonograms revealed nothing obviously wrong, Dr. Heartthrob ordered a lung biopsy, which triggered the massive clot that killed him. Convinced that Dr. Heartthrob has misdiagnosed him in the beginning, I was wanted answers -- residual torch carrying notwithstanding -- but it was unthinkable to my grieving mother, at the time, to pursue the whys and wherefores.
Five years later, my mother (an active type at 71) fell on wet grass during an early morning croquet tournament, and broke her shoulder. Two weeks later she was dead. Why? Rail thin, with a delicate digestive system, and with a history of reverse drug responses, Dr. Heartthrob, playing it safe, sent her to a specialist who apparently paid no attention to her history. He gave her three days worth of 3x a day, 1600 milligrams of Ibubrofen for pain, which promptly blew a hole in her stomach, causing life-threatening peritinitus. Because she had a heart valve issue, it was judged prudent to put in a pacemaker before her emergency abdominal surgery. The pacemaker malfunctioned, one of her IVs lines was septic which caused an infection and, a day later, the extra strain on her post-surgical system caused a heart attack. Immediate heart surgery was recommended. But she was allergic to Heparin, and to Cumadin (sp?). So the surgeon petitioned the FDA to use one from Europe they thought she could tolerate. The FDA said no.
At this point my sister and I were beside ourselves. Our mother was on a respirator and could not talk. What to do??? (Certainly not consult with Dr. Heartthrob again, but who?)
Her cardiac surgeon informed us that, with surgery out of the question, although she might recover enough to go home, nevertheless, without surgery, she was at risk for a second, and likely fatal heart attack at any time. Hearing that, our mother looked at us, her clear blue/gray eyes intent, and motioned for a piece of paper and pen. She wrote: "See living will. Turn everything off; ask for morphine. And do not sue." Discussion ensued. Questions were repeated. Finally, she motioned for us to be quiet, and for another piece of paper and pen. She wrote: "Do as I say. Now." Then she blew each of us a kiss, closed her eyes, and literally tuned out.
Meetings were held, papers were signed, equipment was turned off. Two days and two nights later, she died. Because the grass was wet, and because a string of idiots, including ourselves, were in charge.
June 19, 2008 1:34 PM | Reply | Permalink
Oh mercy. Brave and generous was that mother of yours.
June 19, 2008 2:27 PM | Reply | Permalink
I'm left speechless, wwstaebler, by your comment. My heart goes out to you.
June 19, 2008 4:59 PM | Reply | Permalink
LisB - as always, your prose gets to me. When I'm not laughing at the 'hats off' I am usually tearing up at something you write.
count me [b/c I have not figured out 'avatars' -yes! I am stupid!] among your anonymous fans. A former orchestra musician who tears up at Brahms and Faure, who - like you - has broken home stories. Who - with the beloved hubby, now raises and proudly but with a broken heart passes back one after another seeing eye puppy for the Morristown NJ Seeing Eye to train and send to partner with someone. There. That's what you may envision when you see my blank profile.
Aside from others' well-though out comments I can only add that those we love live in our memories.
All best.
June 19, 2008 2:32 PM | Reply | Permalink
What a wonderful (and heartbreaking) kindness you do for the world, training and raising seeing eye dogs. Hats off to you! I'd love to see you do a whole post on what it's like, how you teach them, and I'm curious to know if you get to see them in action later, at all, ever, with their new owners? That, to me, would make it even more rewarding, and would make each goodbye easier, you know?
June 19, 2008 5:02 PM | Reply | Permalink
You have a gift. Thank you for sharing this, and I'll keep you in my prayers.
June 19, 2008 2:41 PM | Reply | Permalink
God, that was hard to read, Lis. But thanks for sharing.
The only thing that frightens me more than the prospect of losing my sanity is the loss of a child. I truly don't think I could go on.
June 19, 2008 2:55 PM | Reply | Permalink
Thanks LisB. As always, you come from truth and heart, and it's refreshing in all this political madness. Your story is definitely a sad one, to lose someone of such obvious promise, but we're lucky to have you in our community. For that I am thankful.
I am 59 years old, and two months after my birthday last year, I had a heart attack. I survived and now have stints in one of my ventricular arteries. I had no risk factors. I'm thin. I eat healthy foods. I exercise (though perhaps not enough until recently), and I didn't have any warning signs. Only weeks before I was doing heavy exercise with no ill effects. There seemed to be no clear expectation, and yet I could easily be dead now if I hadn't gotten very quick and very skillful care. It was a life-changing experience (no shit) in many ways, but I'm now continuing to live my "normal" life and hope to continue for many years to come.
The one frustration I feel is that now I must take a small assortment of prescription drugs each day and evening. My cardiologist recommends it. They affect me, and they disturb me, but perhaps they keep me alive longer. Who knows? But I have never liked taking drugs, and so I feel resistance. Your story reminded me of the risk-reward situation of the drugs that are supposed to be safe for us.
I also had asthma for some part of my life. I seem not to have it anymore, but I tried various treatments when it was active and impairing my life. So your story further touched me in that I can relate to the debilitation of asthma and the great desire to find a solution for it. One of my solutions is that I do tai chi a lot. My wife is a martial arts instructor, and since I met her, I've been increasing my involvement with tai chi, visiting China twice to learn from grandmasters over there, and doing more and more training, especially since my heart attack.
I am thankful to be here still, and at the same time more intent on seeing the end of the political tragedy that has befallen us over the past two cycles - at least. I want to see a better world for all people - everywhere - not just in the United States. And so I'm here, writing blogs and comments on TPM in the hope that we, together, can actually make a difference.
Thanks again, LisB. You're one of the people I consider a friend in this new world of communication.
June 19, 2008 3:13 PM | Reply | Permalink
raider99 I love your posts too. I feel like I really know so many of you, like we've met and had wine together, or talked over coffee, face to face. Tai chi is something I keep aching to get into (literally, ha ha). I love the peacefulness and purpose of it.
Keep keeping that kind heart of yours strong, raider. And keep posting.
June 19, 2008 5:06 PM | Reply | Permalink
Thanks LisB. I will. You too.
I've only been blogging here a short time, but I am coming to enjoy this community immensely, with its diverse and sometimes contentious, sometimes hysterically funny personalities and posts. Thanks.
Off traveling now. See you later.
June 19, 2008 5:32 PM | Reply | Permalink
Yes, she was. A "keep it light and bright" southern belle on the surface who was, underneath, a consummate realist. Thank you for noticing.
June 19, 2008 3:37 PM | Reply | Permalink
A consummate realist. That's a great description. It's so hard to accept their decisions, when those decisions run contrary to what we want for them. But, there's a lot of dignity simply in their being able to choose.
I really appreciated your story.
June 19, 2008 4:44 PM | Reply | Permalink
Thank you for this LisB. Highly recommended.
June 19, 2008 3:45 PM | Reply | Permalink
O LisB, what terribly sad story.
Most people are unaware that doctors kill approximately 60,000 patients a year in the US. The AMA knows it, but won't do anything about it. They get away with it because: people don't sue or question a death and doctors sign off on death certificates for other doctors under suspicious circumstances. It's gotten to be an "accepted" factor in American medical practice and it stinks. And I know this because 1. I've read the statistics on doctor caused deaths and 2. I have a very close friend who is a retired surgeon and he's told me that doctors raise this issue at AMA conventions all the time and it is never addressed. He also supported the statistics I'd read and thought the number was low.
I no longer trust anyone in this health care system. A health care system for profit is stupid. It invites abuse.
June 19, 2008 4:00 PM | Reply | Permalink
You know, about 10 years ago I met a young Russian woman. She was barely over 20 years old. She was a licensed medical doctor in Russia. She began medical training at the age of 17. What was remarkable about her, and our many conversations, was how she was so bemused at our medical system. She said that doctors in Russia were not particularly high on the social order and made very little money, which is why many of them were women. She was astounded and appalled by our for-profit system and by the fact that so many doctors were not only very wealthy, but seemed to be more intent on the money than the service they offered.
It was a perspective I found fascinating.
June 19, 2008 4:16 PM | Reply | Permalink
Laura, I lost my son (my only child) and yes, you do actually go on.
Someone I heard on the radio once said it best: "You never get over it, but you do get used to it."
June 19, 2008 4:28 PM | Reply | Permalink
Oh, dear! KZ, I'm glad you've found a way to go on.
I won't make presumptions about whether or not you believe in God. I'll just explain that I've had to turn to faith to get through unbearable pain in my own life. So I hope you won't mind my saying that I pray you will be bolstered and comforted by God's clarity.
June 19, 2008 5:54 PM | Reply | Permalink
LisB, you are a gift to all of us. Thank you for your beautiful writing and your beautiful heart.
I have a friend who I believe is an unusual MD who carries authority because she has a lot of background in and knowledge of chemistry. She actually studies and grows pharmaceutical herbs on her family farm as per her wish that folks will one day become wiser about finding alternatives to ingesting harsh chemical drugs. Not long ago, she related to me that many drugs on the market are statistically barely more effective than placebos, but that most colleagues in the medical field ignore those statistics.
She also stays fairly current in her field with continuing education workshops. One workshop she attended really did fit her personal assertion that we should use common sense before we succumb to pressures to use the many drugs on the market. That workshop for MDs was focused upon 'wilderness doctoring' and what that doctoring would entail in the absence of modern medical testing and facilities and available drugs.
June 19, 2008 5:12 PM | Reply | Permalink
I think it's worthwhile to point out that being a doctor these days isn't as lucrative as one might think. For example:
http://www.payscale.com/research/US/People_with_Jobs_as_Physicians_%2F_Doctors/Salary
Now when looking at these salaries recognize that
a) these aren't even 50 hr/week jobs
b) there are years of medical loans to pay back
c) these people don't start to earn a living until their late 20s at the earliest. The more specialized the later that start date becomes.
In fact, the conditions for getting to be and being a doctor are so unattractive that people have been worried for the past few years about a lack of doctors.
Just something to keep in mind.
June 19, 2008 5:14 PM | Reply | Permalink
Lis, this was a very moving story. Thank you for sharing it with us. I share in your questions and frustrations, though perhaps for different reasons, and also remain optimistic that improvements can be made. Keep writing.
June 19, 2008 5:45 PM | Reply | Permalink
Lis.
(hug)
My father died at 57, because a highly paid specialist told him to stop taking his heart medication. A casual glance at a PDR would have debunked that idea entirely.
The doctor did just fine. The world lost my father, and your sister.
Don't trust doctors.
:(
June 19, 2008 7:15 PM | Reply | Permalink
There are so many bad professionals, it's scary. Our bodies are so fragile and idiosyncratic. Thank you very much for writing your piece, Lis.
June 19, 2008 9:33 PM | Reply | Permalink
It is terrifying!
The number of totally incompetent people in all professions is just terrifying.
I can't believe some of the people I went to law school with are actually out there being lawyers. I can't believe I was doing it - now I know we're all just frauds - no one really knows what he or she's doing.
And I have ruined my professional relationship with doctors by becoming good friends with several - I've heard waaaaaaaaay too much from them. Scary is and understatement.
June 20, 2008 11:36 AM | Reply | Permalink
Bought you a beer Lis, at the usual place:
http://my.barackobama.com/page/outreach/view/main/TPMObamaBeer
Wish I could afford to buy everyone one.
June 19, 2008 10:44 PM | Reply | Permalink
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