A Woman’s Work

In this bleak midwinter, the women
set the table, breathe
deep the histories of their mothers,
their dreamed mothers,
put a roast on a charger.
Sound of Music on the television,
on the stereo
a scratched record
of The Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing
Handel’s Messiah.

On a day when it rains
rather than snows,
the women pour
cups of coffee, burn
toast in distraction, move briskly
from stove-top to counter-top to table
stirring roux, rolling dough, taping
corners of gift-wrapped boxes, set
the table for a feast
of memory.

In the memories
of their children, the women
strike a match, burn the day
like bright embers, like stars,
a pale glitter at dusk. Who knows
what might be remembered,
an extra scoop of cream, a present kept
aside until a quiet time–
“I found this
for you and thought
you might like it.”
alone, the threads
of bounty like sewing strings
knotted into being.

What lasts
is the work of women
who cannot know but hope
each note links
past to present, a song
through sorrow, a comfort
she might live
into her children’s
tomorrow.

Taking Control of Your Health, a Q&A

Leslie Michelson’s terrific book on navigating the healthcare system, The Patient’s Playbook, is coming out in paperback later this month.

Navigating the realities of the system due to a family medical emergency at the time when the book was released, I found the advice and guidance Michelson offered so helpful that I requested a copy for everyone in my office. At that time, I wrote:

“Within every conversation about healthcare is also a conversation about our mortality. While none of us want to go through chemotherapy or surgery or chronic disease maintenance, one thing is true: if you don’t act as a defender of your health, who will? And with The Patient’s Playbook on your bookshelf, you will have a game plan for turning defense into offense in order to take control of your own healthcare.”

Handing a book on healthcare to someone, and saying “you’ll need this someday” is what you might call a tough sell. People don’t want to think about. But the conversation is important, and with the paperback coming out this month, we thought we’d revisit it.

I sent Leslie some questions, and he was kind enough to answer. This interview was originally posted on 800-CEO-READ’s In the Books site. Below is an abbreviated version of our conversation; please click over to read more of my Q&A with Leslie Michelson.

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Sally Haldorson: It seems as though in writing this book you’ve a strong commitment to insuring that people realize doctors are human, with as many presuppositions and influences and biases as any professional. In your introduction, you write in regards to the demands on primary care physicians: “No matter how charismatic, empathetic, and effective a doctor is, he or she cannot care for a human being in fifteen minutes.” Yikes! I think most of us can think back to our last doctor’s visit, whether 15 minutes or longer, and wonder just what was missed. How does planting this seed of doubt in the process (dictated by insurance companies) help empower patients? And do you think it is key that you aren’t an MD, so you can raise such questions?

Leslie Michelson: Physicians work very hard to do the best that they can in a world of constraints. They’re under enormous pressures to see more patients, more efficiently, while meeting enormous regulatory and reporting responsibilities. They’re very aware of their constraints, and part of my goal is to make sure that the patients who are the beneficiaries of their services have the same kind of knowledge of the constraints in which the doctors work, so they can better partner with the doctors.

My view is that our system doesn’t have the resources to provide everybody the quality of care that they aspire toward, so we should tap into this tremendous reservoir of 320 million Americans who have the energy and the ability to act as effective consumers, just as they do across the rest of the economy. So, it’s not so much sowing a seed of doubt. It’s informing patients so that they can use their intellect, their energy, their experience, and their intuition to team with their doctors to get better outcomes.

And you see that happening in other spheres. For example, at virtually every school in the country, parents are helping teachers by providing additional resources so they can spend more time teaching students. A lot of people are now do-it-yourself folks for home repairs, so they go to centers around the country, they get online videos, and they figure out how to do home repairs. In the medical profession, patients will get better outcomes if they become more engaged consumers.

SH: You advise that “[f]orging a strong partnership with a caring and committed primary care physician is one of the most important first steps you can take in protecting your health.” Isn’t that easier said, than done? Many of us are forced to see nurse practitioners or physician’s assistants instead of ever getting to see a doctor. I know that my son hasn’t seen his primary neurologist for years now, and while we very much like his physician’s assistant, it certainly has done nothing to strengthen our relationship with his neurologist, and if something traumatic were to happen, that doctor wouldn’t know, hands on, much about my son’s past few years. How do we go about asserting our need for an attention-giving PCP when the system seems to be moving further and further away from enabling such a relationship?

LM: I am an enormous believer in the value of advanced practice clinicians. Nurses, physician assistants, nurse practitioners—they all have high levels of clinical training. They are under-utilized and can be extremely important participants in a properly configured healthcare delivery system in the future. If you’re generally well, and you’re regularly seeing a capable advanced practice clinician, you can get excellent care, because those professionals are trained to identify significant clinical issues and refer them to physicians and specialists.

Our experience has actually been very positive with them. My experience with other similar professionals is also very also positive. Every major law firm in the country has a cadre of talented paralegals. There is no dentist’s office that functions without effective dental hygienists. I’m a big fan of it because I’ve seen it really work. For example, in my personal experience, as I related in The Patient’s Playbook, I had a surgery by the Chairman of Surgery at Yale New Haven, Dr. Rob Udelsman, who had, at every step of the way, Patricia Donovan, RN, who has been his right hand in doing these things for 15 or 20 years. They are a team working together; that enables them together to provide people with the highest quality care. I had a very complex surgery, and although the surgery was done by Dr. Udelsman, the entire experience could not have been as good without Patricia Donovan being at his side. I don’t think that moves us away from having an enduring relationship with a clinician; I think it moves us forward.

SH: My husband, who was diagnosed with leukemia mid-summer last year, was mis-diagnosed with three different issues over 3 months, before taking himself to the ER where he was admitted to the ICU and it was immediately apparent that he had an astronomical white blood cell count. A friend, upon hearing this, said that it’s not unusual for that to happen because doctors don’t look for cancer in an otherwise healthy, moderately young person. But in some cases, it seems, that the new “Google-fication” of self-diagnosing is bringing about a public of paranoids, so if my husband had gone into the doctor asking them to check for cancer because he was feeling rundown, would they have done so? He certainly felt like he was taking charge of his illness by making appointments with his neighborhood clinic, but he never thought it was cancer, so he didn’t push for that diagnosis. Shouldn’t we be able to trust in the expertise of our medical providers to see what we can’t see?

LM: First I have to say, I’m so sorry that your husband had to deal with a misdiagnosis. Sadly, we know that misdiagnoses, delayed diagnoses, incomplete diagnoses—these are major challenges across the healthcare delivery system. The studies that have looked at this problem find that between 40,000 and 80,000 people a year lose their lives because of diagnostic errors. So, I have to say, I’m really so sorry that this happened to your husband. As we discuss this though, what I’m concerned about is the appointments at the neighborhood clinic.

There are two ways to reduce the probability of getting a misdiagnosis. One is to trust your instincts. We all are in touch with our bodies, and we know when something seems to be more significantly wrong than it’s ever been before. Maybe it’s a level of fatigue that you haven’t experienced before, an abdominal pain that maybe you’ve experienced before but is stronger now and has been going on longer. Or headaches that are happening more frequently, and have greater pain, in ways you haven’t felt before. If you have those things, what you need to do is trust your instincts, listen to your body, and take action on it. If the physicians you’re seeing are telling you, “It’s all between your ears, there’s nothing to worry about,” or “Your gut is wrong,”—then go to additional physicians in a timely fashion until you get a diagnosis that sounds right to you.

The second thing to be discussed here is the notion of a neighborhood clinic. Particularly when it comes to primary care, I believe very deeply that you need to have a strong and enduring relationship with an individual physician. That person can see you over time and have the benefit of observing changes in who you are and how you’re functioning. They’ll be looking at you, and they’ll say, “You were here 12 months ago, and it looks to me like you’ve put on some weight,” or “you look particularly pale right now,” or “you’re generally energetic, and you’re looking down and depressed, what’s going on? Talk to me.” Those kinds of observations about who you are holistically can make a difference. They can enable a primary care physician to exercise his or her clinical intuition and identify potentially serious issues earlier.

If in fact your husband had such highly elevated white blood cell counts, he probably had some symptoms. If he had a strong and enduring relationship with a primary care physician, that physician likely would have recognized those symptoms and/or those lab results as being aberrant, and she or he would have perhaps ordered additional blood work, and made the referral to a hematologist, which is what the first person who saw your husband should have done.

You should believe in the capability and the competence of your physicians, but if you don’t—if you have reservations about them—you need to change physicians. But, even if you believe in your physicians, you need to respect your perceptions of your health and your intuition. So, if you’re feeling off, even in a vague way, and the physicians that you’re seeing are incapable of giving you a diagnosis or developing a treatment that addresses it, I suggest you take yourself to a higher level of expertise. Get in touch with an academic medical center, figure out which therapeutic area might be most appropriate, and make an appointment. Bring your medical records and have someone with fresh eyes look at what’s going on.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Leslie D. Michelson is the founder, chairman and CEO of Private Health Management, a unique patient-focused company dedicated to helping individuals and corporate clients obtain exceptional medical care. You can learn more about Leslie, The Patient’s Playbook, and “The No-Mistake Zone with Leslie Michelson” podcast at www.patientsplaybook.com.

Immersed

The light in our room is dim,
an undersea 
          soft saturation
so you might soon 
                  please sleep.

This is our new 
house, a place
         for new 
beginnings, to shed sadness
like snake's skin, 
like snow melt.

This is not 
the house
you came home to, round-eyed,
reddened baby. This is not

     the room of your first
     seizure, your first
     birthday when the weight

of your compromised life
lay heavy on my heart, 
                       heavy
on our hope. You are not

the child I imagined,
not the child I wanted, 
          and sometimes
not 
the child I want.

This new room is ours, 
broad
expanse of windows, morning light,
we two love long, lazy days
lounging 
on our shared bed.
It is our safe place.
          "Olly, olly oxen free!" 
This marriage

bed is now a place to parent
in my own soft way.
(You may disapprove.
You will disapprove.) But
I am tired. 
Ten years and I 
imagine sleeping 

and seizing
descend similarly, stifling, static.

You grab my hand now, 
                     pull it
toward your chest, as you cross
the threshold, unwilling

I am your link
to the awake world. I watch you
                                transform, 
again a baby--pink
lips and starfish hands
curl, flex.

I lay beside you,           holding
my breath, and watch
you traverse the nocturnal

waves

that carry you from awake--

          "up, up" you say
          "no tired" you learn to say

to sleep, the snags and snaps
that trip your tricky brain.

But tonight you slide smoothly
into somnolent dreamscapes.

Your long legs 
        bisect the bed,
a little boy's legs now,
thick at the thigh, 
no baby. But then you 
        draw those legs in,
a turtle hatchling, furled,
you make room
again
for me.

That years' long 
fear manifests again, 
fear like a fizz 
in my stomach,
you might never wake and I

will be left in the shallows,
                             no air
                             no air
your dolphin laugh echoing
like a lost recording, 
just so much oceanic static
no proof

     I once heard what I heard 
     and saw what I saw.

              ("You wouldn't believe!") 

I once loved a love
both rare and roaring.