For those looking for the short answer I found this memoir fancifully modeled after Joseph Campbell’s “Hero’s Journey” to be absolutely awful and would not recommend it to anyone. The author is incredibly wordy and redundant including for example, an eleven page forward-introduction. The read was quite tedious.
As for the content I found it to be almost totally mush. The author constructs the dialogue to assure that potential critics would be classified as unfortunate members of the abusive establishment. The story starts out with some promise as the author recounts the real emotional turmoil of practicing obstetrics in a big city ob-department. Overwhelmed and abused, she quits the hospital practice for one less stressful beginning a seemingly never ending descent into her excessively self-absorbed downward spiral as a victim. She quits the second job rather than be fired after refusing an order to conduct a procedure she deemed a risk to the patient. Since her colleagues agreed she was right, why quit. If the boss tried to fire her the liability would have been substantial. Despite obsessing about having no income, she continued to live in the land of milk and honey ($$-Pebble Beach, Big Sur and Marin County-$$) visiting all sorts of spas and alternative practitioners to find her way. It is unclear where the funds come from or whether she uses coupons/Groupons for all these therapies and workshops. She finally finds a perfect place to practice medicine as she thinks it should be delivered. The practice is an eclectic group of health care providers who work together in a complimentary whole. Soon however she becomes concerned that the clinic staff is lax about processing samples and calling in her pharmacy orders. Unable to remedy the situation, she feels compelled again as the victim to quit. Finally, the obvious solution occurs to her and she starts her own independent practice set up just the way she wants. Through these last two iterations she suddenly discovers the time honored physiological principal of homeostasis i.e. the body heals itself. She also stumbles on the well known concept that one’s emotional well being affects their susceptibility to illness. The new practice goes well until she is distracted by her literary mission to save medicine from its evil self. It is unclear how financially successful the new practice was but intermittently neglected it is now financially barely above water. Now she has to choose between medicine and her “calling” as its literary savior. Once again she quits and closes the practice to commit full time to writing and helping others to see the light. In this regard she seems in the end to have at least been financially successful.
Being a scientist myself, I am sure I will be quickly assigned to the omnipresent “them”. However, I have always tried to keep an open mind. I practice yoga regularly and I taught for three decades in a medical school whose express philosophy was that physicians were supposed to assist the body to heal itself. The author does make some reasonable points about how most good physicians in my opinion already practice medicine. Other things she discusses give me pause. The author carries on a continuous dialogue with her outward self (Victoria), her pilot light, her ego, her small self, her gremlin, and a purple toilet named Sebastian. The result is the story of an obsessively self-analytical victim. She espouses a deterministic view of personal freedom in which everyone is interconnected and overtly guided by signs and external forces. She reads all the self-help literature, consults everyone who will listen including an astrologer, a shaman and then makes life altering decisions based on dreams, visions and chance encounters. Based on one detailed vision she uses a crystal and sage to treat and cure a clearly psychiatric patient with an undetermined hematologic disorder. She sits above the bay and uses her mind to call in a pod of whales and later a pack of wild coyotes. She leads an “unfamiliar” horse in a miraculous and spontaneous dance. She bends metal with her mind. She seems to think she is grounded in science but never makes any attempt to record or document any of these skills.
In the end is not an easy read. If you are as the author says a “woo-woo” person you may enjoy it. You can each decide whether it is worth the effort.