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Recovery

This would probably not count as recovering but it does count towards recovering from the indifference that eventually crushes a patient. The indifference of “care.”

Today I returned a call from the dermatologist I saw a few weeks ago that “my” doctor had “arranged” for me to see. At the appointment it was very important that I know “my” doctor this and this dermatologist that would take care of the skin cancer that “my” doctor originally diagnosed as a normal mole and removed only because I insisted. Not knowing that I’d had another mole removed by “my” previous doctor who works out of the same clinic “my” now doctor had no idea I’d been diagnosed with skin cancer and instructed…

Anyway, I refused and further medical care because I’m tired of people who who do fuck-all for me taking credit for my being alive.

Update July 28–found out from my neighbour this morning that my doctor is moving back home in October so quitting doctors won’t be hard at all. She’s has been the only doctor I can deal with at the clinic, and since the clinic supplies all the doctors at the hospital, that means no doctors less than 3 hours away. That was easy.

Patient Engagement

Was talking to the Patient Relations and was directed to a new(?) department at Alberta Health called Patient Engagement which includes Patient Advisory and Patient Experience sub-groups. The apparent idea is to involve patients in building “Collaborative Relationships” with the health system and I’ve downloaded a copy of their guide: “A Resource Toolkit for Engaging Patient and Families at the Planning Table”.

Next step is for the system to recruit Patient and Family Advisors and then set up project teams to bring the patient voice to the planning table.

From the guide:

“Why Engage?

An essential ingredient to high quality healthcare is is actively including the voice of patients & families to improve quality, safety and health outcomes. There is also a growing movement within the Canadian public to be involved in decisions about how healthcare services are designed and delivered.

 Engagement Happens in Two Ways

  1. Patient and family Centred Care: Improving quality outcomes by helping care providers engage effectively with patients at the point of Care
  2. Patient Engagement: improving quality outcomes by effectively engaging with patients at the planning and evaluation table.

The institute for Patient and Family Centred Care names the following as core concepts in P&FCC:  

  • People are treated with dignity and respect.
  • Health care providers communicate and share complete and unbiased information with patients and families in ways that are affirming and useful.
  • Patients and family members build on their strengths by participating in experiences that enhance control and independence.
  • Collaboration among patients, family members and providers occurs in policy and program development and professional education as well as in the delivery of care. 

http://www.ipfcc.org/

Long Version of the toolkit http://www.albertahealthservices.ca/assets/info/pf/pe/if-pf-pe-pfcc-resource-kit-ext-web.pdf

I’m going to leave off here as my experience with AHS has been the complete opposite of the four points above. More soon.

Update on my heart CT. There’s been a bit of an enlargement in my aortic root and the nearby aneurysm has grown a tiny bit too. Surgeon suggests I’m no longer a good candidate for further repairs. Will post his report here when I can.

Another month

Updates: My wife Leslie survived the latest job cuts at the college. Her department has been reorganized and temporarily de-politicized. As the fog clears it has been noted she has created some useful procedures for getting online courses started on the right track and a few other helpful things that would make staff more effective (when they are not busy stabbing each other in the back). No idea how long it will take for the place to return to its former dysfunctional norm, but for a moment people are only mildly terrified for their job.

As a likely result of the stress Leslie has managed a nerve pinch or muscle tear in her lower back. First sign of pain sent us to emergency at the local hospital where she received the normal abysmal care so we went back again when our doctor was on rotation in Emerge and got an actual diagnosis and referral to physiotherapy. (The original doctor gave her a shot for the pain and then wandered off for lunch with all the nurses leaving us to check ourselves out–nothing  else).

Almost a month later Leslie is still in a lot of pain and I’m really angry about it and need to stop here. It’s unbelievable how shitty the medical service is here. Worse, is people accept it as just fine. Why do people have so little regard for themselves? More tomorrow when I cool off.

Realism

As mentioned, I saw the cardiologist and she promised to call the surgeon and did and she said I should call her if I don’t from him for another month and I haven’t. So I called after 5 weeks to be told THEY hadn’t heard form him and they would call me either way but didn’t so I called the cardio today and now it seems the surgeon has been upgraded to not only too busy but is so IMPORTANT that he doesn’t have time for me. A year and a half ago I was in dire need of heart surgery but no one can confirm that anymore so I quit.

Be here, maybe

Edited from my original because I’m angrier today.

This is a reply I was going to leave at the smallc blog by Rebecca Matos but I am in a pissy mood and don’t want it to seem like I’m mad at her. You will have to read her blog for this to make sense. Don’t be lazy, do it!

The gist of my message is that though specialists are hired for their ability to focus and bring expert advice in order to save the patient’s life, I think they should extend some effort to know something of the patient. If they want live in a sterile glass cubicle and shoot diagnostics out their ass all day, then fine. But I would propose that as a witness to some pretty catastrophic health events they need to be accompanied by someone who notes the human dimension. My doctors and specialists hold my life in their hands and don’t know anything about me. In fact they go beyond non-recording to fictionalizing aspects of my personality when in extreme stress, and then claiming privilege by their ranking in the system.

So not only do they write the public account of my illness, they get it wrong. So to be clear… Well I’m upset…

To an extent I agree that the oncologist’s job is primarily to keep us alive. In my particular case, the answers received were from an oncologist who had no connection to my treatments and was obviously reading back from a list of standard procedures like the mechanics do at when you go in for warranty work. The only indication the answering oncologist was talking about me was a mention of contact with my cardiologist on the concern over how the aneurysm in my heart would react to the chemo. A question never answered until after the chemo was done and after 8 months of feeling like my heart was failing. That lack of feedback seems to be a hallmark of treatment here. It’s part of the institutional structure of disrespect for patients and definitely made way worse by my living in a small rural town.

It starts with there being nobody to fill the role of GP here. If you have a chronic health problem, well too bad, there is no continuity at all. My doctor sees me once every 3 months to renew my prescriptions, take my blood pressure and very rarely pass messages from the specialists. She’s a nice person but has lots of patients to see so 10 minutes for an appointment is the max. I don’t see her when I’m ill because it takes weeks for an appointment (if she’s even in town), so I go to emergency where, they seem to know me better but still I’m an incident in the shift log, here and then gone.

My cardiologist is potentially available but since she missed my second heart surgery she seems to be unaware of my case and it’s almost certain I’ll never see her again. Anyway she disappeared after my first heart surgery and with no continuity at her end or mine, my first implanted valve went un-monitored, came loose and tore the top of my heart to hell.

Then we have the original oncologist assigned to my case quitting over something I said and it isn’t my business to know. Yeah, I might have said something in those weeks after my first chemo. Felt like my heart had blown up again and I lost almost 35 pounds in 3 weeks and couldn’t get anyone to understand–though I DID get a reputation as a rude, verging on abusive person and had “services” and contact cut even more. It took months to find out oncologist #1 had been replaced and I have no real connection to her. Saw her once during chemo where I took someone to speak for me and my concerns were erased by small talk and the obvious message that fuck all was going to transpire.

Not sure, but it seems to be bad form to do everything possible to reduce a person to an invisibility. Who are we that don’t have stories? Why keep us alive?

Doctor’s Holiday Season

Appears I’m no longer to be considered a participant in my health care. No word from Patient Concerns and as expected the doctor tasked with answering my question on lack of communication has chosen to not talk to me at all. This has to be the strangest medical service on the planet here in Alberta. It’s so strange, the staff denies doing they are doing what they are doing when they are doing it. The nothingness of this state of being is leading to a numbness and disassociation that makes me feel unreal–not here.

Have an appointment with the family doctor Monday the 9th. Apparently there are test results and messages relating to my status as a human to be gone over. Since I’m not told in advance what any of this is about, I don’t think I’ll even guess any more. And does it matter? The 3 months on either side of Christmas are when doctors and specialists disappear. So not only do people who might know my history disappear. But since they really don’t know my history because they never talk to me, just issue orders, only they do hold the key to my files and when they go, the files are locked. Anyway, maybe it doesn’t matter if I have no files as no one reads them? Guess I’ll see.

Heard an interesting story about parents of very sick children who work out treatment chart for their kids to give to emergency room staff when they arrive at Emergency. No one touches the child until they’ve read the chart. It eliminates some of the frustration of explaining over and over what the child needs. Think I’ll do one up myself. My wife has spent many horrible hours being ignored by jackass doctors who WON’T look at my file.

The non-reply

Have been taking a course Creativity for Learning in HE and it has me thinking about an alternative to living in illness. Can reality be changed by reinterpreting experience? Or is this about reclaiming responsibility for my health by disassociation from the health care system that dangles me over the edge and tortures me their claim to caring?

Been in contact with patient relations a few times recently in an attempt to get something of myself back and this needs to stop. It isn’t healthy and is NOT going to get better. To them I exist in a sub-recognitional space below being human. Though curiously afflicted by human physical failings (that can be fixed) I throw off an expectation of deeper needs as if I misunderstood the limits of their expertise and spoiled their immaculate self-image.

Amazingly, it had never considered how fragile the health care system apparently is. Not just imperfect and hiding from it (I myself am imperfect and resist the notion too) but in the deep confusion of caring while not permitted time to care. This causes a break when you have to discard the persistent contradiction gnawing at you and cross over to a robotic operational presence. A freedom to release oneself from caring in order to survive is a sad thing to watch and (selfishly/) a kind of reverse cruelty to point out, even when they are killing you. That doesn’t sound good but what can be done? You learn to survive the system that has you when you are most vulnerable and don’t poke the machine.

So this sounds like nonsense? Well what I deal with daily is destructive SENSE and a cross over is in order now. I requested the reply from a doctor at Alberta Health concerning the repeated failure of the system to get messages to me (and of course the extended periods of worry and illness) and received a mechanical description of the process of chemo-therapy for people in my condition (not me, but a condition detached from the person that in fact was inaccurate anyway). To finish this off, my request to have a written copy of this reply will require the doctor give his permission for me to see what he said in reply to my question. So not only do I not qualify to interpret my experience as I witnessed it, I’m not allowed the simple right to ask a question.

This is where I’m going with my journey:

Partial definition: Salutogenesis is a term coined by Aaron Antonovsky, a professor of medical sociology. The term describes an approach focusing on factors that support human health and well-being, rather than on factors that cause disease. More specifically, the “salutogenic model” is concerned with the relationship between health, stress, and coping.

Antonovsky’s theories reject the “traditional medical-model dichotomy separating health and illness”. He described the relationship as a continuous variable, what he called the “health-ease versus dis-ease continuum”.

And a Quote on Sense of Coherence:

“a global orientation that expresses the extent to which one has a pervasive, enduring though dynamic feeling of confidence that (1) the stimuli deriving from one’s internal and external environments in the course of living are structured, predictable and explicable; (2) the resources are available to one to meet the demands posed by these stimuli; and (3) these demands are challenges, worthy of investment and engagement.”

Return to myself

Since all the changes I’ve thought up are negative and damaging to myself and others it seems to back-up to a more reasonable self–less reactive, more directed and yes, the type of approach suggested by people at the wrong time and should have known better I should have known better.

Had my colonoscopy finally and the results show no new tumors but an increase in potentially pre-cancerous polyps that were removed in the exam. So I’m cancer free for now!

Second news is though my body seems eager to provide opportune places for cancer to make itself at home, this also means I’ll be able to get check-ups on a yearly basis and the best part of this is they will be local. The doctor who does the exams knows how the system here “works” and told me to override the main clinic’s messed up communication strategies by keeping my doctor informed of when I want her to refer him. I can’t order the tests myself but can at least participate very close to directly. Plus I get my results prior their being sent to the main clinic who take weeks to process them and don’t even bother reporting if nothing is found. Their slogan is “no news is good news” which just doesn’t work for me considering how bad the line of communication is.

Final good news. Called Alberta Health to ask about communication policies for rural patients. Described the ongoing messaging failures and how this forces patients into crisis-only care and must cost the system a fortune. Received a follow-up call the next day and will be referred to a case-manager and may also get an interview publicly with the district health advisory council.

What I found encouraging is my notion that players in the main system lack a certain imagination gene cluster was illustrated by being asked if “it didn’t make more sense for someone in my precarious health condition to move to the city where there are better services.” Alberta prides itself on celebrating the traditional values of small-town life while admitting those values are not really worth much.

But anyway it isn’t necessary to go into difficult explanations over this. The system excludes the patient by creating a dependency on members of the system to perform their job and there are no back-ups because “everybody knows” the system works because there is no monitoring–and the circle closes on itself.

The complications of not playing their way

So I’m leaving my current family doctor–that’s what the specialists call the person you signed up with to be “your” doctor. Usually local, provides continuity of care, knows your case, your history and presumably advocates for you. This person is the go-between with other medical people and manager of your health care needs. In addition, this person is needed by distant specialists to be their representative by receiving and acting on their directives. In also if tests are needed this person will perform them or order them done, specify the needed procedure and process the paperwork back to the specialists in a timely manner. That’s a lot of things to do for one person but it’s a controlling system that that values its self-image over the needs of the customer (no sense pretending we are patients or even of interest).

From the list, my family doctor renews my prescriptions and is too busy for the rest–even if she knew there was a rest in my case.

So after confirming nothing had been about my yearly cancer exam and simultaneously being told I “worry too much” by fd’s receptionist, I have quit.

Plan A was to call the cardiologist and oncologist to please stop sending requests for action like tests or appointments to my fd and send them directly to me instead. Neither of them can do this. System rules are ALL contact with the patient is done through their fd–no exceptions. Except, when between fds and as a temporary measure I can call the specialist when I guess I probably, might or might not feel an appointment may have been booked without my knowing it. Of course I can’t book any appointments myself, issue prescriptions or be notified of anything already because “your family doctor will do it.” Or not.

So there it is, no fd, no more medical. In a way this doesn’t matter as my cardiologist is totally absent from my life, always has been. My abdominal aneurysm surgeon disappeared before my first check-up with him to confirm the stent was still in place. Skin cancer guy took samples, reported they were malignant and then evaporated. My oncologist says I’m on “close surveillance” after chemo but I can’t be watched without an fd, so that’s a bust.

Next step is to do the late yearly exam and then I’m done. Have already started tapering on my medications because there’s no way to access them without the fd. Have about 2 months supply left that I can stretch out over 6 months. The withdrawal on a couple of them is rough but they are all heart meds and my heart is already half scar tissue, half surgical mesh and the existing aneurysm is stable. So as my pressure goes up, I’ll be able to adapt–or not, who knows?

Thinking about why I’ve become so reactive to what amounts to being almost non-existent as a patient, I’ve wondered why it should matter. Attention from the medical system has never been a sign of happy times so why complain about being ignored? (“Complain” is now the new designation for anything from gentile suggestion to outright and justified critique–the word reduces everything to selfishness on the part of the person speaking out and reduces any cause of harm to the role of the actual victim).

Anyway, in spite of the fact that again my doctor’s office has failed completely to do their job, I’ve managed to book my yearly exam myself. Four months late, but it’s done (as much as anything can be relied on here) and booked for Sept 28. Another win, the Cancer Institute now calls me to confirm missing appointments and feedback from my doctor. In fact, they even call when my oncologist’s assistant doesn’t pass information across the hall to them, as just happened. So in spite of there being no actual care exhibited by anyone connected with my “case” there is one persistent person who calls ME to ask if I’m getting the things her chart says I’m supposed to get. This is like the closest I’ve come to continuity of care here. Even my cardiologist, who said I’d need more surgery after chemo has forgotten me–so this is progress.

My next adventure was calling the Alberta Health Community Engagement “Get Involved” office. They advertise they are looking for feedback and community input. Called during office hours, answering machine and no call back in 3 days. Did follow up with an email… Still, one person in the system knows me.

No more small talk

“Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls.” — Joseph Campbell

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