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I recently went to interview a new specialist to add to my already long list of specialist.

The way the current medical model is set up, doctors look at the sum of your parts instead of the whole when you have a chronic illness like an autoimmune disease.  Since there is no speciality for autoimmune disease, I go to the person that specializes in part of the body that houses that particular disease.

I have Myasthenia Gravis, a neuro-muscular disease. This means that I would see a neurologist. Because of complications from Myasthenia, I also see an endocrinologist, internist, oncologist, rheumatologist, and a infectious disease doctor. I also need my normal gynecologist, dentist and dermatologist to round out my team.

I’m one of the lucky ones. I was talking to a friend the other day who told me she takes her son to see over a dozen different medical professionals for his particular issue. She had to quit her job so she could drive him to all of his appointments.

Unfortunately, when you are seeing that many specialist, you may be limited in the options for candidates. Some cities are lucky to have one doctor that practices the specialty you need. When this happens it’s sort of like an arranged marriage. You hope for the best, but have to accept what comes.

I had high hopes for this particular specialist. He was supposed to be an expert in my disease and had written many papers on it. I was hoping he could bring me some relief as I had been feeling very weak lately.

As I walked into the waiting room, I noticed tattered chairs pushed awkwardly against the walls with an oversized table in the middle. I thought it odd that the room was so cramped since many with my disease are in wheel chairs. That must be why I saw a few folks in chairs waiting in the hallway.

After filling out detailed paperwork, I waited almost two hours for the appointment that took me six months to get. Since long waits are common with specialists, I brought a book and some snacks.

Once in the patient room I was told to undress and put on a paper gown. The room was freezing. When I asked if there was any way to turn the air conditioning down the nurse said the doctor likes it cold and they aren’t allowed to touch the thermostat. As the cold sunk deep in my bones, I started to shiver.

It was another 45 minutes before a man in a while lab coat walked in looking at my chart. He briefly looked up, then started talking.

You typically answer a lot of questions when you have a chronic disease. I couldn’t believe the one this doctor asked.

Doctor: I see here it says you have Myasthenia Gravis but you passed the breathing test and the physical exertion test.

Me: Yes. I’m stronger in the morning and I just took my medication.

Doctor: But you don’t appear to be having a problem so why are you here?

Me: Because by the end of the day I look and feel much different. It’s hard for me to breathe later and by dinner time I can’t swallow so I am not able to eat.

Doctor: Then just eat earlier.

Me: Excuse me? So your saying to have dinner by 3:00 in the afternoon and I’ll be good?

Doctor: (laughing) Sure. You can get in on the Early Bird Specials with the Senior Citizens.

Me: And what about the breathing?

Doctor: Look. You don’t want this disease. It’s a terrible disease. If you really had it you would be weak and have trouble walking. You would also be having trouble talking and it would only get worse until you where in a wheelchair or needing assistance with a ventilator in the hospital. i see you have kids. Maybe your just tired and a little stressed out. Why don’t I send you to see the psychiatrist down the hall and you two can chat about some medication to make you more relaxed.

Me: Are you saying you think I am making my symptoms up? You do see in my file that I’ve tested positive for Myasthenia Gravis right?

Doctor: Yes but they can be wrong. I get a lot of women in here looking for attention. Most of them think they have something because they googled it.

Me: I had an IV tensilon test from an ocular-neurologist. He confirmed my diagnosis. I’m not just tired, I’m sick.

Doctor: Look, Honey, you don’t want this disease. It’s a terrible one. Go home and get some rest and I’m sure you will feel better. I’ll have the front office manager get you the name of the shrink if you want to talk to someone.

All I could do is watch with my mouth open as he pivoted around to leave.

How could he not see how sick I was? Why didn’t he believe me? How could a doctor that took an oath to, ‘Do No Harm’ be so harmful?

The current medical system is a complicated forum to navigate. Doctors are overworked and underpaid by insurance companies that only want to approve the most basic of tests and appointments. Unfortunately, with all the people getting sick, it is only getting worse. Still, there is no excuse for dismissive behavior.

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I was at a conference speaking to a physician the other day who told me his primary function was that of a scientist. He said his job was to decipher and organize the data his patients where giving him to determine the proper diagnosis. He liked his particular speciality because it kept him interested and he found family medicine boring.

When I asked him how he handled the emotional blow his patients felt after hearing news that life as they knew it was over when they got a diagnosis of a chronic illness, he looked confused.

“What do you mean?” He asked. “If they have emotional issues I send them to a therapist to get on some medication.”

I remembered when I was little. We had an old school doctor in our town that would sit and hold my mother’s hand and listen to her explain her daughters symptoms. They would try to come up with a plan together so I would stop getting infection after infection. I also remember the warm tone of his voice when he spoke with me. It made me feel like he really cared about me and I wanted to feel better from him as much as for myself.

I wondered when doctors forgot how to be compassionate to their patients.

I fully understand how frustrating the medical system is for the doctor as well as the patient. I also think that if you can’t handle remembering how to be compassionate within the current medical model, then you should go into research where you don’t have to talk to people.

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Half of the world will have some sort of medial condition in their lifetime. That means if you don’t have one, someone you love will if they don’t already. I think that accepting the current standard of care is unacceptable. 

Although there are many practicing doctors that still know how to be compassionate, there are more that would prefer to see the science before the person.

To the doctor who forgot how to be compassionate, I would suggest you remember that one day it could be your mother, daughter or even yourself sitting in a paper gown, scared and alone.

I would also recommend you keep in mind that each of your patients is someones mother, child, or sister.

Finally, if you don’t have the capacity to be compassionate, find another line of work. Having heath issues can be terrifying and confusing and part of your job is to reassure your patients that you have their backs.

Doctors step into your life in your darkest hour. Remembering to smile and extend a little compassion could set you up to handle this next phase of your life. It will also give you hope that someone is on your side so you this figure this out together.

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  • Dr. Richard Mahan

    Hi! This is most excellent and I will share! Thanks so much. No need to edit this, because I see the context and intended audience; MG patients (I am one, retired, medical degree, professor) are also sons, fathers, brothers. Best wishes. You are helpful and most informative. I appreciate you. Respectfully……r-

  • Darcy

    UNEFFINBELIEVABLE! Hope your post can somehow reach the “doctor” in question! Have seen a number of specialists myself:( Looking forward to future blogs, Lisa!

  • Kim

    My cardiothorasic surgeon that did my thymectomy, he was one of those doctors that truly cares about his patients. When I came to after surgery, robotic thank goodness, he sat with his long legs bumping the bed, so he could hold my hand, and tell me how well it went, and what went on during my surgery. It was so reassuring and made me feel like the most important thing at that moment. And when I later had a reaction to *something*, turned out to be chloraprep, he was the one that called me back himself! Absolutely amazing surgeon that I immediately recommend to all of my fellow MGers without hesitation.

    • I’m so happy you had that experience! I’ve had some good ones as well. I wish they were all old school like that.

  • Janet AnnCollins

    You should report that doctor to your state’s medical society.

    • Unfortunately, I’m finding that his attitude is more common than not. We need to change our relationship with the healthcare system and not let this be acceptable behavior.

  • Vivi

    This seems so freaking familiar. I don’t get it why docs start to question everything as soon as I don’t present all textbook symptoms. Have MG too, I use a wheelchair and can’t barely walk…but in compare swallowing is not a big deal for me. Everybody is different and docs need to realise that.

  • Lydia

    I’m sorry that you’ve had these experiences.

    It must be very hard to be in so much discomfort only to keep running across doctors who aren’t particularly compassionate and don’t believe you.

  • Shareen Mansfield

    The day I almost died and went into a coma was because a PA decided that I had no idea what was happening to me. I went into septic shock after four hours of begging for a chest X-ray. My lung collapsed. 14 days later in a coma I was told that had they done my x-ray when I told them I needed one my lung may not have collapsed. I chose to not be a Nurse because I had more trust in patients than some doctors did. The system is broken from the inside. Insurance as well. I was not displaying symptoms like they expected. None of my virtual matched a text book. Instead of believing I was coughing up blood and had a fever of 102 they chose to be condescending, ignoring everything my family said. I was not a text book case. I am so happy you are speaking out. I hope you can find an opportunity to share your story with Nurses and Doctors . The NSNA-National Student Nurse Association would be a great place for you to share your story. I was a member. I will look for the submissions address for their publication both online and their yearly magazine. Nurses need to hear stories like this. Understand that no patients is the same.

    • I’m so sorry you had to go through that. Always have a voice and keep talking until someone will listen. It just may save your life!

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