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352 pages, Hardcover
First published February 21, 2017
In the beginning, we practiced on each other. That first barrier, where one would lay hands on another, was particularly bizarre. Just out of college, few of us had ever touched another human being in this way—it wasn’t about love, or sex, or the neediness of a child, but something else. We needed to cultivate our “doctor hands,” as I thought of it, through which we would be able to touch another person without sensuality, while disguising any discomfort or aversion we might feel.Some religions mandate that everything possible should be done to preserve life, some cultures feel that the patient should not be told they are dying, others that it is for the head of the family to know and decide on what should be done,
On the first day of our physical exam block, as we sat in the lecture hall grasping our stethoscopes, our professor called for a volunteer. A male, who would be willing to take his shirt off and be examined by us all. There was a long and uncomfortable silence. Eventually Louis, an attractive student whom I hardly knew, stepped awkwardly up to the stage. I barely breathed as I held my stethoscope to his chest.
Today, I am able to put on my doctor hands to examine any part of any person’s body in the blink of an eye, no matter whether it be a patient, a friend, or a family member. But this was a skill that required repeated practice over the first few years.
Is there a point at which we doctors should hold cultural differences as less important than the simple realities of being human? To put a different spin on it, might there be instances where prioritizing cultural needs proves inhumane?When my grandmother appeared to be dying, the doctor called us into the corridor and said that he (he came from a different country and culture) wanted my father to make the decision whether to do a particular procedure that had a high risk of death but was the only treatment left.
In medical school, no one teaches you how to let a patient die.
The human being is unknowable. Unless, maybe, you ask.
While I may be the expert on the patient's disease I am not the expert on the patient.
Sometimes it isn't that the doctor needs to work harder to elicit the patient's values, but that those values are simply different from the doctor's. Yet another lesson in listening.