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The Doctor’s Decalogue

One of my favorite journal articles of all time is Goldman, Lee, and Rudd’s seminal “Ten Commandments for Effective Consultations,” published in 1983 in Archives of Internal Medicine.  I love it because the Fifth Commandment is “Thou shalt make specific recommendations,” but also because it proves that even cardiologists count on their fingers – after all, isn’t the number of digits on our two hands the whole reason the entire world runs on a decimal system?

There are lists of ten everywhere, from David Letterman to the Bill of Rights.  My sons are constantly making lists of the top ten best athletes in every sport, and then arguing about them as though there is one “right” answer (“How can you say Paul George is any higher than number 7!?!”).  Even Hamilton and Burr had “Ten Duel Commandments (more on those later).”

Tomorrow night begins the Jewish holiday of Shavuot – the agricultural season of first fruits, and seven weeks plus one day since Passover, but, most importantly in today’s world, also the time of the giving of the Torah.  In other words, it’s Ten Commandments season.  So today I bring you a Ten Commandments of Healing, paraphrasing the original ten in a message for those who bring healing and comfort to body and spirit.  Get your fingers ready:

One: “I am Adonai your God, who led you out of Mitzrayim (the Dire Straits) to be your God.”  Our job, our direction, our North Star, is the goal of bringing people out of distress to a place of wholeness, to being able to shed the sick role and be themselves again.  Insofar as we, the healers who come from many traditions to join the community of those who heal human beings, have a common form of worship, it is to see and honor the divine spark within those we treat. 

Two: “Do not make yourself a sculptured image.”  Healing isn’t about the multi-million dollar clinical campus, or the new MRI machine, or the da Vinci robot in the operating room.  It’s about the person with the illness.  One of my mentors in medical school (can’t recall which one) used to say that modern medicine in America suffers from an Edifice Complex.  It’s only gotten worse in the last twenty years.  Honestly, I do my best healing in someone’s living room, and my mood and productivity is much better when I see the sunshine, something that is impossible to do in my two mostly underground offices or the vast majority of hospitals.

Three: “Do not swear falsely by the Name.”  I have had enough of advertisements for hospitals claiming they do patient-centered care but make everyone schedule their visits through an off-site central scheduler, place barriers between people and their own medical records, cancel visits for patients with limited English when an interpreter can’t make it and the provider “doesn’t like to use the phone,” and dozens of other decidedly non-patient-centered inconveniences and cruelties they inflict.  If you are patient-centered, then be patient-centered, don’t just say it.  If you do something that is not patient-centered, admit it and apologize.

Four: “Remember the Sabbath day and keep it holy.”  “Sabbath” (“Shabbat” in Hebrew) means “cessation.”  Hospitals work 24/7, and yet you know when it is after hours or the weekend.  Translator phones, transporters, ultrasound techs, and care coordination suddenly become very hard to come by.  If you work at the VA, reasonably healthy men with no reason to remain in the hospital will spend the weekend as guests of the federal government because there is no van to take them the five hours back to Clarksburg, WV until Monday (Tuesday, if it’s a holiday weekend).  “Remembering” the Sabbath is easy. 

Keeping it holy?  That’s another task.  One of the causes of healer burnout is the feeling that we can never stop, never turn off who we are, never be “out of the office” completely.  I am feeling guilty just thinking about the fact that I have a vacation coming up where I will be far enough away that I really can’t be available.  Yet without that cessation, we use up all of our emotional reserves.  One Jewish tradition holds that at the beginning of Shabbat we each receive an extra soul, a neshama yeteira, spare breath, that departs us when the Shabbat ends.  The Havdallah service marking the end of Shabbat includes the smelling of spices which is supposed to sustain that spare breath for a little longer, to help us make it through the always-challenging return to the secular week.  Giving ourselves that extra breath is not just healthy – it is a commandment that allows us to provide good healing.  When life is in danger, we are allowed to trepass this commandment in order to save life.  If we do not follow this commandment at other times, our own lives, and those of the people we care for, may be in danger.

Five: “Honor your father and your mother, so that you may long endure on the land.”  In Pirke Avot, the book of the Mishna that showcases the collective wisdom of the Rabbis of Roman Palestine, Rabbi Akiva says (verse 3:14), “Beloved is a human being, for they were created in the image of God.”  He goes on to explain that one way in which we know they are beloved is that a “precious vessel” – the Torah, God’s teaching – was given to them. 

What is our precious teaching?  The knowledge of how to heal, both the science and the caring.  We are blessed to be living in the 21st century, when medicine has begun to separate itself from the days when it was brutal, harmful, and based entirely in superstition and dogma.  At the same time, our precious teaching is in the wisdom and courage of the greats who came before us: Osler, Dame Cicely Saunders, Schweitzer, Hawa Abdi.  Akiva quotes from Proverbs 4:2, “Behold, a good teaching has been given to you, my teaching, do not abandon it.”  Even as we question, challenge, and refine our received wisdom, we should continue to hold the essence of this received tradition of caring close to our hearts.

It’s tempting to think, in each generation, that we know better than those that came before us.  Yet the doctors who first prescribed morphine in the 19th century recognized opioid addiction as a disease that they had caused, and responded with concern and compassion.  Did the ensuing generations who stigmatized and criminalized that addiction, and adopted a “blame the victim” mentality, really know better than their forebears?  Or the generation of doctors who have done millions of unnecessary tonsillectomies, cardiac stents, or sinus surgeries, only to discover that the “less is more” restraint of earlier generations was the right way when the hard evidence finally came out?

Six: “Do not murder.”  One of Burr’s commandments concerns having a doctor on site: “Have him turn around so he can have deniability.”  We don’t participate in duels anymore.  But what about the ways in which we know, if we care to look under the surface, that we endanger lives?  I had a houseguest a couple weeks ago who was not medically trained.  She found a book on my shelf by James Lieber entitled Killer Care: How Medical Error Became America’s Third Largest Cause of Death, and What Can Be Done About It.  She was horrified!  Yet we persist in bad, unsafe habits from not washing our hands to not adequately staffing high-risk areas of hospitals.  We insist on using medications which are ripe for complications and bad interactions long after alternatives exist.  We prescribe “palliative chemotherapy” in the face of evidence that patients with stage 4 cancer enrolling directly in hospice actually live longer (and better) than those getting disease-directed treatment.  If we read the evidence, it’s clear that we can no longer “have deniability,” whether for the opioid crisis, unsafe surgeries, or anything else.  We need to take responsibility for the harm we do, not just the healing.

Seven: “Do not commit adultery.”  Where do our loyalties lie?  With the people we care for?  Ask yourself how many times you’ve “cheated on” one of those people, just a little, with a pharmaceutical company who got you to prescribe a different drug?  Or with a research project that turned a person into a subject, suffering into a statistic?  Or with the protocols set for you by a hospital system, an insurer, or someone else who did a wallet biopsy and found your patient (or your treatment plan) to have unfavorable financial markers?

Eight: “Do not steal.”  People’s time, keeping them waiting, bringing them back for “routine” visits and treatments that don’t add life or wellness.  People’s money, prescribing a $50 dollar drug when a $4 one will do.  People’s hopes, either by building up pie-in-the-sky expectations and not being honest about the bad stuff, or by dismissing someone out of hand as hopeless instead of listening and trying.

Nine: “Do not bear false witness against your neighbor.”  We have a bad habit of gaslighting our patients: labeling them drug-seekers, somatizers, malingerers.  Or labeling their diseases with wastebasket diagnoses, telling them there’s nothing wrong with them.  While it’s important not to violate Commandment Eight by overpromising cures and clear diagnoses, it is equally important for them to feel heard and believed when they say it hurts – and not to bias other providers about them to the point where they don’t listen.

Ten: “Do not covet . . . . anything that is your neighbors.”  We have a sacred gift, being entrusted to heal.  Keep that front and center.  Ignore the shiny objects, the lifestyles that are supposedly better or cushier.  This is where you belong – be grateful for the opportunity.

What are your Ten Commandments for healing?

Don’t Be an Adler

SPOILER ALERT: If you are even farther behind the times than me, this post will ruin a small subplot from Season 2 of the Amazon Original Series, The Man in the High Castle.

I know what Nazi doctors like Józef Mengele did in Auschwitz, but that does not make it any easier to stomach Dr. Gerhard Adler.  Adler is the “kindly” old physician in the Amazon series The Man in the High Castle, the disturbing alternate reality drama in which the Nazis and Japan won World War II and divided the United States between them.  Season 2, Episode 3 finds Adler in a well-appointed study on Long Island, pronouncing a death sentence.

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The Wall of Water

In the past month I have offered an oncology consult to a woman whose cancer was diagnosed eighteen years ago and declared cured thirteen years ago – a Jewish lifetime since diagnosis and long enough for a child to reach the age of Jewish maturity since her oncologic cure.

Such is the world of chronic illness.  We don’t let ourselves think in terms of cure.  We don’t let ourselves say we have had cancer, or had mental illness, or had lupus, but rather we are defined by them.  We are living with schizophrenia, suffer from lupus, or at the best we are cancer survivors.  The cancer is gone; it’s mark on us is indelible.

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Healing and the Haggadah

This past Friday night, April 19, 2019, marked ninety-five years since a woman named Paula Harris, at the end of a long day toiling in her kitchen, set out a Passover Seder on the dining table of her home on Shady Avenue in Pittsburgh.  It was not a meal in which she was destined to take part.  No sooner had she finished setting the table than she left for Magee Hospital, in active labor.  The following morning, April 20, 1924, my Nana, Elinor Harris (later Goodman), came into the world, a Passover baby.

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Burnout or Moral Injury

One of the most unsettling passages in the Torah describes the sudden deaths of Nadav and Avihu, two of the sons of Aaron, in front of the altar. I was blessed this past weekend with the opportunity to lead the Open Book discussion at Romemu on the Upper West Side of New Your. Together we explored the connection between this episode and the struggles of healers, both those in training and well into their careers, to draw near to those they care about without running afoul of the rules and getting burned out or burned up in the process. You can watch the whole discussion here:

My deepest thanks to Romemu, especially to my hosts Rabbi David Ingber and Ariel Rosen Ingber, to Rabbis Mira Rivera and Dianne Cohler-Esses, and to Jeffrey Cahn. More importantly, thank you to old and new friends who came to learn; the living Torah we studied that day was far greater than any lecture I could have given on my own.

A Sacred Space for Healing

                Science fiction author Douglas Adams once described something he called a “Somebody Else’s Problem Field,” a kind of force field that could be dropped over an unpleasant object so that we could all safely ignore what was clearly “somebody else’s problem.”

                I’d be lying if I told you I don’t sometimes wish I had one of these.  Lou needs a new knee, so badly that he cannot get in and out of his house because he lives in one of those impossible Pittsburgh residences with 164 steps leading to the front door and he can neither walk down them nor be wheeled out in a wheelchair.  If I send him to the orthopedist for an appointment he will not go.  Yet if he arrives in the hospital due to inability to walk and inability to care for himself at home, he will be admitted briefly, orthopedics will see him and say, “yep, looks pretty bad.  Follow up in the office in two weeks so we can schedule the surgery,” and clear him for discharge.

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Sinai and Synapses and … Strep Throat?

Sinai and Synapses is an organization devoted to the synergy between the sciences and the spirit. After months of schedule conflicts, postponement due to tragedy, and technical difficulties, Rabbi Geoff Mitelman and I finally sat down via Zoom last month to compare notes about how the practice of medicine fits into this picture. I’m really proud of the results and thrilled to share it with you all today!

My Stethoscope is Praying

They crossed the bridge again today.

Fifty-four years ago this week, March 7, 1965, the marchers in Selma, Alabama crossed the Edmund Pettus Bridge to demand equal voting rights.  Today, March 3, 2019, some of the original marchers, led by Congressman John Lewis, joined a new generation in crossing that bridge once again, in celebration of a victory and in recognition of work yet to be done.

Among those original marchers was Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel, a friend to Dr. King, who remarked afterward to his daughter, “Legs are not lips and walking is not kneeling. And yet our legs uttered songs. Even without words, our march was worship. I felt my legs were praying.”

The year before the march in Selma, Rabbi Heschel spoke before a meeting of the American Medical Association, as part of a discussion entitled, “The Patient as Person.”  Heschel spoke as reverently of medicine at that conference as he did of the work being done in Selma the following year.

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The Man on the Flying Trapezius

I can feel those tell-tale ropes, lashing the base of her skull to the middle of her spine, running from the nape of her neck to the tip of her shoulder and along the inside margin of her shoulder blade.  I don’t have to hear her tell it to know how she spends her days at work – hunched forward over a computer terminal, shoulders around her ears as they rise in tandem with the tension and anxiety of her day-to-day life.

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