August 9, 2012

A trusting heart

Intense grief is borne of intense love.  And I’m supposed to be trying to move forward, but I’ve loved too intensely to feel like I can make any such progress on my own.  Hell, I don’t want to move forward.  Thank goodness for friends who plant seeds like “you need to move on” – I wonder, often, if that’s God.

Jesus asked so often: “What do you want Me to do for you?”  He wants to know what I want…and this is a small comfort.  He cares about what I want – even, perhaps, if it is different from what I need.  He cares.  And maybe, just maybe, this is an avenue to trusting Him.  As much as I long for this friendship back, for everything to go back to the way it was, I long perhaps more for a trusting heart.  So I go to bed tonight with Ps 374-5 on my mind: “Delight yourself in the Lord; and He will give you the desires of your heart.  Commit your way to the Lord, trust also in him, and He will do it.”

August 8, 2012

Two points for Him!

When I was younger, summer days at my house meant doing “productive”, educational things: reading vocabulary-building books, piano practice, a few pages of journaling each day.  As much as I whined about “never having time to relax”, I’m thankful now that my mother was as adamant as she was about these things…because years later, I’m a logophile and a songwriter, and it’s largely because my mum planted those seeds and was wonderfully stubborn about watering them.

Since my brother started school, summer days mean teaching him to do the same “productive”, educational things.  Thankfully, he loves to read.  And since I’ve only been home a few days, piano lessons will have to wait until I find and go through the books I started with.  However, the discipline required to sit still long enough to write a full page eludes him.  He’s not crazy about writing.

As much as I’ve always adored this little boy, I used to have a short fuse with him, especially when I didn’t understand him.  Case in point: I love to write.  Writing is a large part of how I understand my world.  How could anyone not love to write?  How could my perfect brother not love to write?  (And the real questions, lurking beneath it all: how could my brother not be perfect?  Am I doing something wrong?)

Over the past few months, one close friend has been setting me a wonderful example of how to care for small children, especially when they try her patience and threaten to wear her out.  This lesson was never one that I consciously watched for, but I realized that I’d absorbed it when I got home a few days ago and suddenly had an unreal amount of patience with my brother.  I’m quicker to gently admonish than I am to raise my voice.  I give more encouragement than ultimatums.  My brain has finally seemed to understand that he’s eight – that he’s going to fidget at the table and need more encouragement than I may think is necessary and push the onions aside, because that’s the way eight-year-olds are.  Most importantly, my heart has wrapped itself around the fact that he’s not perfect, and it’s wrong of me to expect such a thing.  Come to think of it, his sister is just as imperfect, and that’s because only God is perfect, and neither of us comes anywhere near that standard.  This is all Him – more specifically, “a gift by His grace through the redemption which is in Christ Jesus” (v. 24).  He planted the seed (my friend and her example), He gave me an increased measure of patience, and He is showing me how He works in my life.  He’s using so many tools to teach me about His grace, and it’s awesome!

I’m reminded now of something I prayed for just two weeks ago: that I would learn to love my brother “right now, to love him more, to love him exactly as [God] loves him”, and a continual prayer: that God would answer me in ways that I can see and understand.  Two points for Him ;)

August 2, 2012

Dreaming

Hum hain is pal yahaan, jaane ho kal kahan
We're here, in this moment...don't know where we'll be tomorrow
Hum miley naa miley, hum rahein na rahein
We may meet, we may not...we may be here, we may not
Rahegi sadaa yahaan, pyaar ki yeh dastaan
Our love story will stay here forever
Sunenge sadaa jise, yeh zameen asmaan
And the earth and the sky will listen

Feeling nostalgic, romantic, like a slow-burning candle in a quiet room...

The song says it all.  I may be idealizing him, I know.  I think I'm idealizing the notion of being in love.  No, it's more about friendship, this incredible friendship that is better than anything I ever knew...and now, it's gone.  That feels like punishment, no matter how much D says she's aiming for "restoration and healing".  I'm not restored...I'm torn.  And I'm not healed...I'm hurt.

I realized yesterday that I don't want to leave for Ireland because it will take me further from him.

Jaane ho kal kahan...

July 31, 2012

So the Olympics are on...

...and I'm thinking about everything but the Olympics.  I'm thinking about how:
  • I'm afraid to pray, but am trying to remember that my sin is not news to Him, so I shouldn't be afraid.  After all, He did command me not to fear my storms.
  • Mum, realizing that I'm actually done with research on Friday, asked if I wanted her to come up earlier than Sunday...and I, not wanting to miss church, said, "No, Sunday's just fine."
  • I'm tired of people and tired of crying and tired of myself and tired of missing the one friendship I can't have right now.
  • home is going to be more of the same.
Do I have to?  Father, I need to stop being afraid of You.  Come near, please, and help me to pray.  I want You back.

July 29, 2012

Done with class (until the fall)

[This are my last few proseminar journal entries.  I'm done with my classes...one more week in my lab, and then I can finally say that I'm on vacation...]

I think that I’m finally beginning to understand what Prof. M says when he asks students to “think like bioethicists”.  Context: I came into this proseminar thinking that a bioethicist couldn’t possibly process things in the same way that a scientist or a musician might.  (That is, since I identify as both a scientist and a musician, I will have a very difficult time learning how to think like a bioethicist.)

However, to my surprise, I’m learning that there is a similar sort of thought process to all three of these personalities.  All of them, at their core, involve the proposal of an idea, and then the substantiation of said idea.  Each personality will take a slightly different approach, of course, but my point is that if I can think like a scientist and like a musician, there’s no reason why I can’t learn to think like a bioethicist.  (In other words, it may not be as far out of my reach as I thought.)  After all, I already like to think systematically; that’s the way I’m wired.  And a bioethicist, according to Prof. M, survives by a) clearly defining the concepts and terms he wants to use, b) using those concepts and terms with stringent consistency, and lastly, c) using them to advance the proposed argument – that is to say, “thinking hard with them”.

One topic covered today that I found especially interesting was the question of how bioethics attempts to handle the physician’s apparent duty not to kill.  My knee-jerk reaction to this issue is firmly rooted in my faith, which takes a clear stance on it in Exodus 2013: “You shall not murder.”  Therefore, if I were to assume a position strictly based on my religion, I would be the physician who, without exception, refuses to perform any kind of abortion and rejects physician-assisted suicide (or euthanasia, or whatever they’re calling it these days.  That’s all very confusing, especially with the connotations of terms like “euthanasia”.)  But here’s my problem – deference to a religious position, however clear, seems like an almost laughably easy route.  In fact, it’s too easy.  Why?  Because of cases like Dax Cowart.

I’m finding that it’s one thing to talk about issues like abortion and active intentional killing in theory.  Yes, it’s one thing to tackle these issues systematically, to delineate the categories and arguments, to make all of the charts and tables.  I rarely have a problem when it comes to examining difficult issues with a cool, analytical approach.  But it’s another thing entirely to see such issues.  As a student, it’s a completely different experience to be presented with real cases…real people…real lives.  This is not theory anymore!  How can I possibly decide that active intentional killing is universally wrong when Dax Cowart went through such agony and mistreatment from the very professionals who were supposed to be helping him?

This brings me to some thoughts on the two types of “active killing”.  As I understand it now, the difference between homicide and assisted suicide lies in who takes the “last step” before the individual dies.  At this point (i.e. the caveat being that I’m not a physician yet), I can’t see myself ever agreeing to commit homicide, even at the request of a patient.  Even the sight of those words makes me shudder.  However – if it would fall in the realm of quality medical care, I might, after a lot of consideration and conversation, assist a suicide.  (That said, I really hope I never run into this kind of situation; even thinking about it is making me nervous.)
At the end of the day, do I believe that there is something intrinsically wrong with killing another person?  Yes.  Killing in the sense that I believe God meant it in the Decalogue (that is, murder) clearly violates respect for the individual and the sanctity of life.  I think that murder (in this case, homicide) unjustly interferes with a choice that is no one’s to make but God’s.  But then again…I don’t believe that God sanctions unnecessary suffering.

***

This could be a little nitpicky, but I really liked that Dr. S asked us those basic questions: why medicine, and why LIM.  I was a bit caught off-guard since I sat near the front and had to go first, but I’m realizing now that those answers are really important ones to have at my fingertips.  They’re basic interview questions, after all…and having comprehensive, elevator-ride answers to them will only serve me well as I progress through my education (i.e. residency interviews).  And I haven’t even mentioned that it will help me to have those answers clear and accessible whenever I’m doubting my abilities or my call to this profession (which happens way too often.  But then, I guess I would be a lesser steward of my own growth if I didn’t look at my choices with a critical eye once in a while…)

Oh, one other thing: I’m not sure that this was her intention or not (or whether it’s just my projection), but I felt like Dr. S did a good job of subtly saying that the MBA is a better choice for LIM students than is the MS.  I understand that she’s speaking from life experience, and that she’s seen MBAs go “farther” in the job arena…but as an MS student, hearing that is a bit harsh.  I do wish that she had given a more balanced picture of what these graduate degrees – both of them – could do for us, instead of just implying that the MS students are destined to be disadvantaged if/when we ever decide to step away from clinical work.  For now, it feels like just because I’m not expressly interested in management, finance, accounting, informatics, etc., I’m losing out and settling for the consolation degree…

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I was thoroughly unimpressed by today’s lectures.  Prof. L speaks well for sure, but as a LIM student, I felt somewhat excluded after the relevance of the talks given by Profs. M and V to my future.  Eugenics, Sims, and more on the history of bioethics?  Perhaps I’m just tired, and a little burned-out (which would be a reasonable assumption, given the pace which I’ve maintained since the end of spring term), but I really don’t want to hear any more history.  That’s not going to help me, practically speaking, over the next few years.  What will help me is more examples of how to systematically work through difficult cases, and clinical situations where the ethics are murkier than anyone would like.  I much prefer the lectures in which I get to learn about the ethical principles involved and then apply them to real scenarios.  And I don’t know about my peers, but I do not see myself ever getting involved in animal research – my summer research fellowship (in a Drosophila lab) is teaching me that and more.  I certainly don’t support the practice of hurting animals for scientific gain, even if they cannot feel pain, but yesterday’s lecture by Dr. S gave me all the clarity I need about how the next few years of my life are going to play out.  So all of this talk about animal experimentation, for example, is leaving me rather bored and disenchanted with this proseminar for today.

That said, I forgot to mention yesterday that Dr. S did leave me thinking about something positive.  (I was a bit harsh on her, I think…)  She did spend quite some time talking about academic medicine, albeit in the context of how much money different professors at varying “levels” (i.e. full, associate, visiting) can earn.  Perhaps at some point way in the future, when I no longer have the same energy for my private practice that I started with, I could be a clinical professor!  I already know that I enjoy teaching – how much more enjoyable could it be to teach future physicians about the profession I love (and only expect to love more as time passes)?  And then, on the practical side, this could give me the more structured schedule that I may need as I settle down and raise children.  This definitely deserves some more thought on my part, since it would probably affect where I choose to pursue residency positions – I would need to look more seriously at university hospitals and other teaching facilities…

I was really thrown off by Dr. P's lecturing style.  Perhaps the issue is a simple incompatibility with my learning style.  In any case, it took  me a significant amount of time to get used to the way she was handling her lecture time.  I wish that it had been more structured – that is, less of a “casual discussion”, less haphazard, less jumpy.  I’d like to give her the benefit of the doubt, as I have been learning in a decidedly “undergraduate” environment for the past three years.  It’s strange, how quickly I judged (i.e. within the first fifteen minutes) that she was an ineffective lecturer, just because she didn’t really give much background or introduction to any of the myriad topics she covered.  I guess it goes to show that no matter how much you’ve learned at a university as prestigious as UC Berkeley, a degree from there doesn’t automatically make you a good teacher of everything you’ve absorbed.  The lesson for me, perhaps, is that no brand-name medical school or residency position, in itself, will make me a good physician.

But enough of my editorializing.  I did learn a bit from her.  For example, before today, I had no idea what “23 and Me” is, much less the ethical issues that surround it.  But now that I’ve done a little bit of Googling on it, I am amazed that for just a few hundred dollars, I could send in a biological sample and receive my entire genome in return.  And then, there’s the whole issue of genetic testing not just being available to all, but actually being recommended (for certain pregnant women).  Do people really need to know the intricacies of their genetic programming?  Are we just opening new doors to increasing the cost of healthcare – for procedures and scans done largely out of paranoia?  All of this makes me wonder if we’re getting to the point of doing science just for science’s sake…

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What a wonderful end to the seminar.  I never thought that I would ever be interested in writing, publishing, and all of that…much less in the field of research ethics!  I mean, I’m obviously settled on pursuing a career in medicine, but today corrected my previously-held notion that as a physician, I would have neither the time nor the capacity to write.

For example, I was intrigued when Prof. P mentioned that a medical student occasionally wrote for a column in the “New York Times”.  After spending some time on Google, I didn’t find this student, but I did find a Dr. Perri Klass, professor of journalism and pediatrics (what a relevant combination!) at NYU, who has written quite a bit for the “Times”.  Here is one article of hers which takes on the issue of patient confidentiality…with middle-school-age children.  This fascinated me partly because patient age was rarely incorporated into discussions on confidentiality, either in this proseminar or in class last term.  However, I think it’s going to be an important part of my education, especially when I begin to see patients.

I’ve never really thought of myself who might go into research, even clinical research; I guess I don’t really have a burning desire to explore that side of medicine.  But it’s nice to know that you don’t have be a “researcher” to write for peer-reviewed journals (as well as other forms of media).  I’m thinking about people like Dr. Sanjay Gupta, for example, who’s made a name for himself both as a clinician and as an educator…he affects so many lives, just because he makes the occasional television appearance.  I wonder if I could be like him, and dare to reach outside the confines (albeit safe confines) of a private practice.  That would mean venturing outside my comfort zone for sure, but I do like to write.  Perhaps I ought to make sure that I don’t forget to write, even as medical school threatens to take over all of my time.  After all, as Prof. P pointed out, the scholar Janet Emig said, “writing makes our thoughts visible and concrete and allows us to modify them.  Writing down a word, a sentence, a paragraph, suggests more words, sentences, paragraphs.  Writing progresses as an act of discovery.”  I’d like to distinguish myself somehow while I’m in medical school; perhaps writing, in some way, will help me to achieve this goal.

Speaking of Prof. P, I must say that I am extremely impressed with both his lecturing style and his attention to detail as a teacher.  The way that he takes seemingly-insurmountable tasks (i.e. explaining how to write and publish in a journal) and breaks them down into manageable chunks is a really helpful thing for me, as a student who knows next to nothing about that process.  His starting with the basics (i.e. why publish at all, techniques for coming up with ideas) is making the world of publishing seem far less inaccessible.  His business acumen, with regard to everything from HIV research to genomics to IRBs to research ethics and publishing, has me in awe!  I will certainly be consulting him for advice on how to move forward with my healthcare management project.  (I think that I’d like to do something with regard to improving treatment and management of patients with eating disorders, but am aware that any research on mental health will require me to get all kinds of permission from the Albany Med IRB.  Time shall tell…)