I've never trusted ophthalmologists who don't wear glasses, or dentists with perfect teeth. 

I mean, how can someone with perfect vision understand what it's like to be nearsighted? And, how do you describe a toothache to someone who’s never had a cavity? 

When Dartmouth Medicine Magazine offered me a chance to interview doctors who had been severely injured or sicker than many of their patients, I jumped at the chance. It’s no exaggeration to say that the resulting story changed my life. I met some of the most amazing people, and will never again assume a doctor doesn’t understand my pain, or fear, or embarrassment.

See what you think:

The nightmare runs like this: One minute you're schussing down a black-diamond ski trail, and the next you can't feel anything south of your neck. Or one minute you're stepping out of the shower to get ready for a big date, and the next, as you glance at yourself in the mirror, you gasp. What is that lump?

Every day, physicians see patients who have actually lived bad dreams like these. That's their job. But what happens when a physician experiences the nightmare?

For the full story, go to http://dartmed.dartmouth.edu/spring07/html/stethoscope.php
 



 


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Barbara Kreisler
02/27/2009 10:07

To introduce myself, I am a former journalist who jockeyed time between writing for newspapers and magazines with PR and social marketing. This is now my introduction to blogging. I hope I get this righ! I surprised myself when I decided to respond to Paula's call for "health" comments. But, today, a rare neurologicaly disorder dictates how I conduct my life. You see, I survived 60 years without any real health event. That ended. And boy did it end. An uneventful bout with chicken pox as a child erupted in a rare "disorder" that robbed me if my ability to write, read, walk and otherwise care for myself. A disorder similar to MS, Acute Demyelinating Encephalomyelis,or ADEM, stricks everyone differently 00 but always quickly. Sometimes, you are -- and remain -- totally disabled. That's the worst case scenario. I was fortunate. I can now read, write and walk -- albeit with some modifications. Thru this event, I learned that if anyone thinks physicians are god-like, are you wrong! Treatment is more like a Chinese menu --try one treatment from column A, if they doesn't work, try column B. Me? 13 brain lesions were discovered, but I was released from the hospital with no treatment other that advice to follow up for sleep apnea! That began my healty care odyssey -- 2 more hospitalization in 2 hospitals. Was it cancer? Was it MS? I don't know how many other things doctors considered. Even the "experts" couldn't agree on the diagnos. I took a chance. I bought into ADEM because if I had to be treated for something, ADEM seemed like the least scary choice. Fortunately, I was right. To make this 3-year odyssey short, I'm now an ADEM support group. It's not what I envisioned for my "retirement" years, but it certainly has its value! Barbara

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