Friday, October 14, 2016

Votes For Women

Keiko has voted. 
At 90, life is starting to seem like more of a burden than an adventure to her, but there is one last thing on her bucket list and that is to see a woman president. Keiko does not give a crap about who Hillary Clinton is beyond the fact that she is a woman and a Democrat. She has said to me over and over that she never, ever thought men would let this happen, that a woman would be able to fight her way to the top. When Hillary wins, she will be absolutely triumphant.
To Keiko this is a win over all the ways in which she was treated unfairly in this life because of her sex, and all the ways in which men treated her badly in her personal life. Keiko isn't one to feel sorry for herself, but she is one to hold a grudge. She's nice to everyone but she thinks men are women's worst enemies. She's got lots of examples to prove it. She has seen women get beat down by men so many times that she can't believe she's about see a woman win it all. 
Keiko and I disagree on a legion of things, but on the subject of politics, we are the same. Her father was a socialist, she is a Chicago Democrat (she calls herself this proudly) and I'm the pinko you all know and love. Keiko's approach to my education involved a political education as well. We watched the Watergate Hearings together, she came and got me off the playground to watch Nixon resign, we watched the McNeil/Leher report while eating dinner, we watched every political convention. The best lesson she ever gave me, though, was when I was running for some sort of student government thing in grade school. On the morning of the election, my dad told me that to be polite, I should vote for my competition. The way he put it, it seemed like some sort of tradition - you each vote for each other and cancel each other out. 
I was standing at the bus stop after this when to my surprise, I was approached by Keiko, still in her dressing gown. She walked up to me and whispered in my ear. "Vote for yourself," she said, and walked away. 
Today Keiko has voted for herself.

Friday, July 8, 2016

End Days

On my last day of medical school, I walked out the door while on the TV screens all over the lobby, David Koresh's compound in Waco, Texas was going up in flames.  Today, on my last day of service at Community Hospital, I walk out with the screens filled with scenes from the shooting of the Dallas Policemen last night. 





I just discharged the last patient on the Teaching Hospitalist Service at Community Hospital.  It was probably appropriate for me to do so, because I admitted the first patient to the Hospitalist Service in 2003.  Like most endings, it was more of a whimper than a bang – just me in front of a computer, typing in discharge instructions while the Respiratory Therapist marched my patient up and down the hall to assess his home oxygen needs.  

Usually my role in the hospital is to head an intimidating phalanx of trainees in white coats from room to room as we decide on plans and explain things to patients.  I don’t do a lot of paperwork because it’s the resident’s job to manage that.  I’m more there for teaching and guiding.  This year, July 1st meant not only new residents and students for the school, but no more residents or students at Community Hospital, as they had pulled their funding from the medical school for the new academic year.  So it was just the attendings taking care of the last few patients on our service – first 7, then 5, then, when I took over on Wednesday, 2. 
 
It’s all politics, and I’m sure we’ll be back at Community Hospital at some point, but today is the end for this particular chapter.  As I walked out the front door, I went past the greeter, who says hello to everyone who comes in and goodbye to those who are leaving.  Some of the greeters don’t say hello to the employees who go past, but this one does.  And she notices you, which is such a marvelous thing.  She says “Nice tie!” and “Boy, it’s early, you sure are dedicated!”  Today as I came in she said, “There she is, the fashionista, as always!  You look like a fashion plate!  You’re beautiful!”  As you can imagine, this lady, Jackie, has been the best thing about my day on many days at Community Hospital.  

So of course I had to tell her this was our last day as I left.  It was kind of an overly dramatic thing to do, but I knew she was going to give me a hug, and I kind of needed one.  After she hugged me, she asked why, and I shrugged and said it was politics. “Well, we’re friends, why can’t we all be friends?” she answered.  And then she told me that she was one of the medical school’s first patients back in the 1970’s when the school started.  “The clinic was a house!” she told me.  “The lab was the kitchen!”  Then she teared up.  “The world is going crazy,” she said.  “We’re going to pray.” And standing there in the lobby, with TV screens full of hate and fear all around us, we did.    

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Gender Bias in Medicine



Gender Bias in Medicine

I grew up in the 1970’s, and back then, it was groovy to be a girl.  Women’s Lib was here to stay and I heard over and over that girls could do anything boys could.  It seemed like the case when I was 9.  I rode horses and went to school and played in a band just like the boys.  I went to high school and college and medical school just like them, too.  There were many points along the way where you could have asked me about gender bias and I would have told you that was a problem that belonged to previous generations.  Did patients sometimes think I was a nurse instead of a doctor?  Sure.  But that was an easy mistake to correct, and didn’t feel like an insult, just a vestige from a past way of thinking.  

When you’re a youngster, and you’re up and coming, it isn’t hard to get opportunities to show people that you’re capable.  If you’re responsible and enthusiastic and a quick learner, you can rise through educational ranks pretty quickly.  There are lots of mentors and peers that will help you and appreciate you.  The journey is a lot of fun.  Then you become a full-fledged member of the medical system and you look around at some point and realize you are participating in an incredibly sexist enterprise. 

Medicine is not nice to female patients.  We’ve pathologized childbirth, blamed childhood difficulties on bad mothering, coined a derisive term (hysteria) after a female body part, and shoe-horned women into treatment plans designed for and tested only on men.  Modern medicine is an enterprise that has been run by men from an exclusively male perspective for centuries, and simply admitting more women into medical school isn’t going to change that.  I challenge you to talk to your female patients about the experiences they’ve had with the medical system, or go online to a health forum and read what women are subjected to when they seek medical attention.  You will find a lot of really disheartening stories, and a lot of familiar stories – we have all seen women treated in degrading or dismissive ways by other doctors.  We might not have felt high enough in the hierarchy to speak up about it, but we saw it.  This isn’t a phenomenon we notice because we’re sensitized to it or seeking it out – medical literature suggests that bias against women is ongoing, robust and undeniable.   Women get less analgesia, less of the doctor’s time, less autonomy in decision making.  Women are studied less, so diseases are defined as the male presentation of the disease (see acute coronary syndrome, where the type of discomfort women are more likely to have is termed “atypical.”  It’s not atypical – it’s very common.  It’s atypical only in respect to how the symptom presents in men) and the treatments available are the ones that have been tested primarily on men (and male lab rats, too – gender equality in lab animals used in research only happened in 2014).

If the medical establishment isn’t nice to female patients, why in the world would we expect it to be friendly to female physicians?  There is objective data to suggest that it is not.  Female physicians are 6 times more likely than their male counterparts to commit suicide.  They leave the work force in higher numbers than men do, and they are much more likely to work part time.  And even when controlling for hours, call duty, job descriptions and geography, women physicians make only 88% of what their male counterparts make in salary – and that salary gap has widened in the last two decades. Even though I am aware of these statistics, I find myself wanting to resist the idea of gender bias in my life, my experience. I have to admit, though – it’s there.  If I look at who populates the committees and boards that control money and power – it’s mostly if not exclusively men.  If I look at who populates the groups and committees that have to grind out work that they’re not really paid to do – it’s mostly if not exclusively women.  If I think about who is able to be at work and focus on the work at hand without worrying about home and kids and dinner – it’s mostly men.  The people I see multitasking domestic and professional duties all day long (and all evening long) – mostly women.  It is no wonder that these undercompensated, underpowered, overtasked and underappreciated humans are having a very tough time of it.  

Our culture dictates that it be so, of course – and it seems as if we women operate on the idea that we must prove that we can do these jobs and that we must never let anyone see us sweat.  But I don’t know.  Working against the grain of our society in order to be fulfilled in our profession while feeling that we are not allowed to protest or even appear to notice the bias we face is, I think, the direct cause of the suicide, the unhappiness, the dropping out that the statistics record.  In addition to that is the pressure to “have it all” and be the best doctor, the best mother and the best spouse – competing and contradictory goals.  What is the solution?  How do we continue to put pressure to society to open itself to us without killing ourselves in the process?  I know for sure that part of the answer is to insist that men help us find the solution.  We’re talking about a transfer of power, and better communication between the two groups.  We need to talk about our circumstance, and men need to hear about it with an open mind.

What do Women want? There is a substantial portion of the Western Literary Cannon that is devoted to this very question, because for whatever reason, women and the way they do things and what motivates them to act in the way that they do are mysterious to the opposite sex.  This enigmatic circumstance accounts for some of the allure between the sexes, but it accounts for the problems, as well.  The light went on for me a few years ago when I attended a leadership conference and was sitting in the audience struggling, as I always did, about what exactly it meant to be a “leader.”  Luckily, the conference speaker answered the issue succinctly:  “Leadership is about how you make people feel when they are around you.”  In understanding this definition, I realized why gender bias was never something I really felt as a student but felt strongly as an attending physician. After you’re done being a student, you’re supposed to become a leader.  That’s the path of a physician.  And women have a leadership problem, because people don’t always feel comfortable around us.  Men – men in particular don’t always feel comfortable around us.  It’s not always very clear to them what we want, what motivates us, how we’ll act, what we’ll decide.  So we miss out on a lot of those leadership opportunities, because men are very comfortable around other men, who are more legible and predictable to them.  The “Old Boy Network” is more than just the way things were.  They are the way things still are, and I think the distrust between the genders is a big reason why.  (If you need more convincing about this, look at our current presidential race and the rhetoric around the female candidate, who  is, objectively, the most qualified of the bunch to hold the title).  

I have seen women try to lead men, or vie for leadership with men, in all sorts of ways.  One solution is to reason that if women are opaque and thus untrustworthy, it might benefit a woman on a career path to simply act like a man.  I pursued that line of thinking myself.  I was tough, I never got offended no matter how sexist the jokes and patter was (I wasn’t offended as much as embarrassed, but in any case I hid it and went along with it), I never turned down extra work because I never wanted anyone to think that anything other than work was my priority.  I was decisive, tamped down my emotional responses and prided myself on being as tough as any man.  I think it worked okay.  I advanced.  I was considered reliable.  I obtained some leadership roles.  The problem was that I felt I was in no way free to be myself.  I was bought in to the idea that there was something wrong with being a woman in medicine by deciding to act like a man in order to be allowed to do it.  

The point of being a woman (or any underrepresented minority) in medicine and of supporting diversity in general is the embrace of the idea that different people WILL do things differently and that is what we want. Everyone realizes our system of health care is very broken, with pretty dismal outcomes for many people, especially women and minorities.  This will never change if the way the system operates doesn’t change.  Different perspectives on the practice of medicine is what patients want and what will lead to a healthier society.  What is the point of being a woman in medicine if we all just act like men?  I had a particular kind of way of connecting with people, an ability to compromise with integrity, and patience to let things happen without always controlling them that I suppressed in order to be one of the guys.  That was a mistake.  I’m a much better doctor with those facilities pushed to the front, even if it does render me confusing to some of my peers.  

I’ll add a personal note here and say that if you add other layers of opacity to your already mysterious gender, it gets even harder to get along in the medical profession.  Women who are wives, mothers and who possess physical beauty are legible to the mainstream as “normal” women – deviate from that (and I deviated in every way) and the conversation about your worth as a physician becomes dominated by speculation on the reasons why you don’t conform.  After I realized this, I made deliberate attempts to “mainstream” myself in order to fit in better – and every time you’ve seen me wearing a dress, jewelry and makeup, you have seen my attempts at artifice at work.  

Women are sometimes women’s worst enemies.  Working in a patriarchal system is challenging, particularly if you opt to behave in ways men doesn’t expect.  But I have to say, that’s more of an experience of not fitting in with a culture as opposed to issues with specific people.  What is surprising to me is that the specific, in-person conflicts I have had have all been with other women.  The only patients I ever have trouble with in terms of not respecting a female doctor’s advice are women – a memorable one insisting she would only take advice if it came from our medical student, the only man on an otherwise all-women team.  Once, a fellow female physician physically blocked me from entering a room in which a meeting was being held because she did not want me to be part of the discussion.  She knew from prior conversations about the topic at hand that I disagreed with her, and she did not want me to voice my viewpoint at the meeting.  On another occasion, a female consultant shut the door to my patient’s room in my face (I was following her into the room) and then leaned against it, preventing me from opening it, so that she could talk to the patient without my input (the patient had asked me to be there).  On neither occasion had my colleague addressed the problem with me directly – they used actual physical aggressiveness to make their point.  It’s a phenomenon that’s fairly commonly described with successful women – that they sabotage each other, or treat each other poorly.  I suppose that for women, success and power can seem like a zero sum game – if you think there isn’t enough for every woman to get a fair share, you always feel like you’re competing against other woman for the one spot out of 10 that will go to a woman.  Women don’t feel like there’s an abundance of opportunities to succeed, so they fight each other for them.  That’s why opportunities to get together and support each other are very important.  We should recognize that we are often at odds with each other and work on changing that dynamic.

It’s going to be hard for a long while.  It takes a long time to change a biased system.  I’m glad that there are more women in medicine.  With more women in the field, I hope that we will become more empowered to act as women and not feel we have to pretend to go along with the current patriarchal system.  It’s not so much that we have to reverse it – we have to change it by expanding the definition of the right way to practice medicine.  That means questioning the way things are, being authentic to ourselves, and enlarging the definition of “physician.” We will meet many people who object, disagree, fight back, resist.  I don’t think it’s going to be a feel-good situation.  In fact, it’s probably going to feel wrong, awkward, and like we’re making trouble for ourselves.  We need to support each other so that we can keep climbing the hill. 

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