Will my Child be Okay by Erhaan Ahmed (guest writer)
I am the parent.
Scared and uninformed, I sit beside my sick child in the ER, hoping she will be
okay. I am worried. Is this the last time that I get to spend with my daughter?
Will our lives ever be the same? Or is this just something we will smile about
years down the road. I don’t fully understand what’s wrong, and I cannot see
far beyond the weakened state of my child. In this blooming, buzzing confusion
of medicines, readings, numbers, and smells I sit powerless, with my whole life
in the hands of a set of scrubs. But I cannot stay silent, so I look to the
meticulous practitioner in front of me and ask
“Will my
child be okay?”
I notice the doctor flinch and reassure me
without eye contact. It’s imperfect reassurance, but this is all that matters
to me right now. If the doctor says it will be fine, it will be. Why would he
say it otherwise?
I do wish to have information; I do wish to know the state of the medical situation. I do wish to understand my child’s condition in depth so that I may understand her life better. But it all melts in front of the burning question in my mind. For if my child will not be okay, I will not be okay.
I do wish to have information; I do wish to know the state of the medical situation. I do wish to understand my child’s condition in depth so that I may understand her life better. But it all melts in front of the burning question in my mind. For if my child will not be okay, I will not be okay.
I am the doctor.
In front of me lies a female patient in diabetic ketoacidosis, blood sugar is
twice the normal level, she is weak and could potentially crash at any moment.
The cause of this hospitalization seems to be poor dietary choices and lack of parental supervision. At the moment I have the patient
on 3 medications to deal with the symptoms and restore blood sugar level. The
treatment is clear but the patient’s condition is unstable, and it is apparent
to me that her life will be governed by insulin dependence. Suddenly, but
perhaps unsurprisingly, I am asked the question
“Will my child
be okay?”
As the doctor, I am stumped.
There is something deeper about this question, and the look in this parent’s
eyes. I try to avoid them. This is a moral question, but I cannot conceive of
every patient in moral terms. It is not befitting of my role as their doctor.
Do I start from the blood sugar levels? The vitals? Do I outline the likelihood
of a crash at any moment? Do I outline the probability our medication has of
succeeding? I don’t feel like these things will answer the question at all, but
it’s a question that cannot be ignored. I remain silent longer than I should.
I could say something like “God willing, yes”, but would I believe it? Does my belief matter here?
I could say something like “God willing, yes”, but would I believe it? Does my belief matter here?
I am the patient. I drift in and
out of consciousness, I sleep and wake. When I bubble back to the world I look
around for my mother. She is by my side, but she looks deeply troubled;
she is not her usual self. There is a fear in her eyes…
...Am I going to die? What if she knows that there is no hope?
I’m weak, every thought is taxing.
I want to go home. I want to go home.
...Am I going to die? What if she knows that there is no hope?
I’m weak, every thought is taxing.
I want to go home. I want to go home.
I am the itinerant observer - a fly on the wall. I
see, in a short exchange on a bed in the corner of the ER, three worlds
intersecting. I see a doctor, driven by data and pin-point rationality. Logical
and thorough, he checks readings, rechecks charts, and tinkers. I see a mother,
helplessly present. I see a child, breathless and priceless. True communication
is hard, because these three individuals are part of drastically different
subjective perspectives. For one this is their life, for one this is a patient,
and for one this is their child. Yet communication occurs. The sincere question
tossed forth to the doctor allows the opening of a passage. A response,
although inadequate and at times inaccurate, gives strength to the mother. The
doctor’s rational disposition lends credibility to the response, and the response then bestows reassurance on the mother.
With a little more strength and little more belief, perhaps the next time this patient stumbles into consciousness they will see a changed person sitting beside them. And just maybe, that strength can make a ripple in the child’s condition.
Communication is more than words, and it is even more than their meanings.
Communication is the concoction that is created when multiple subjective perspectives find ground on which they can all stand.
Communication can create ripples, and ripples are the foundation of change.
About the Author: Erhaan Ahmed, is a 21-year-old undergraduate student in his 3rd year at Grinnell College, Iowa in the US. His focus is a double major in Russian and Philosophy, with an interdisciplinary concentration in Neuroscience. Erhaan's main interests are in communication- human to machine, human to human (or any other combination that turns up!), and he hopes to further his studies in Europe exploring artificial intelligence, before returning to Pakistan. Apart from this, he enjoys playing the guitar and singing, and likes to perform at college and at home in small venues whenever he can.
With a little more strength and little more belief, perhaps the next time this patient stumbles into consciousness they will see a changed person sitting beside them. And just maybe, that strength can make a ripple in the child’s condition.
Communication is more than words, and it is even more than their meanings.
Communication is the concoction that is created when multiple subjective perspectives find ground on which they can all stand.
Communication can create ripples, and ripples are the foundation of change.
[from Narrative Medicine]
CREDITS:
About the Author: Erhaan Ahmed, is a 21-year-old undergraduate student in his 3rd year at Grinnell College, Iowa in the US. His focus is a double major in Russian and Philosophy, with an interdisciplinary concentration in Neuroscience. Erhaan's main interests are in communication- human to machine, human to human (or any other combination that turns up!), and he hopes to further his studies in Europe exploring artificial intelligence, before returning to Pakistan. Apart from this, he enjoys playing the guitar and singing, and likes to perform at college and at home in small venues whenever he can.
Editorial Note: This is from a 'phase II' continuation of Narrative Medicine at AKU - what started as a Workshop-based initiative on January 20th, 2016. The editorial work was performed by the Writers’ Guild, an interest group at AKU, with the purpose to promote love of reflective reading and writing, within and outside of AKU.
DISCLAIMER: Copyright belongs to the author. This blog cannot be held responsible for events bearing overt resemblance to any actual occurrences.
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