Monday, May 17, 2010

The Opposite of Love

The Emergency Department phoned my office right before lunch. I was on call for our general IM group, so when I was done with my morning schedule I walked across the street to the hospital. Greg, my partner's 38 year old patient, was a woodworker admitted with fever, chills, cough, a sharp pain in his right side, and a WBC of 18,000. On the chest x-ray, I saw what I expected: a right middle lobe infiltrate. What I didn't expect were the massive lymph nodes bulging between his lungs, pushing them outward into his chest wall.

"Has anyone mentioned lymphoma to you?" I asked Greg. His face was gaunt, the pallor of his cheeks contrasting with his red flannel shirt.

"Yeah, I’m pretty familiar with lymphoma," he said. "I’ve had all the radiation therapy my chest can take. My oncologist just told me we need to start on another chemotherapy regimen. This’ll be my third. The first two didn't shrink the tumors."

"OK," I said. "Are you ready for more chemo?"

"I don’t know," Greg said. "If the first two didn’t work, is this one going to do any better?"

"Maybe, maybe not," I said. "But it sounds like you've thought about that."

"Yes, I have," he said.

We looked at each other.

"You have a small pneumonia," I said. "I can give you a prescription for antibiotics that will help, assuming your air passages aren’t closed down by the tumors. But curing your lymphoma may not be so easy."

"That's what I've been thinking," said Greg.

A moment of silence.

"How do you feel about that?" I asked.

"Not great," he said. "Actually, I’m scared as hell."

We talked. As it turned out, Greg realized he was probably going to die. He had not mentioned this to anyone, least of all his doctors. He was frightened, but overshadowing this was his dread of going through more treatment. I told him all the decisions were up to him, and that he should talk them over with his oncologist and his primary care physician, my partner. The whole conversation took about ten minutes.

"I have to get back to my office," I said finally.

"One thing before you go," said Greg. "I’ve had four different doctors for the last two years, but you’re the first one who’s talked to me about how I feel."

"That's a shame," I said. I knew each of his doctors. They were good clinicians. But all of them were more comfortable with the technicalities of diagnosis and treatment than they were with their patients’ emotions.

"It's a shame all right," said Greg. "But now that I'm clearer about my feelings, I think it'll be easier to make up my mind about what I want to do. Thanks."

"It's a pleasure," I said.

The next week my partner told me that Greg had decided on hospice. He lived for three months, then died comfortably at home.

Talking with patients about their impending death is never simple. However, it’s easier if it’s done with a certain kind of love. This love is related to compassion, the willingness to suffer along with another human being in pain. A quiet joy can emerge when people suffer together like this. Medical training seems to have little to say about death, and even less to say about this kind of love.

Common wisdom tells us that the opposite of love is hate. But that’s only true on the surface. Love and hate are two sides of the same coin, the coin of attachment. Humans are just as attached to the people they hate as to the people they love. Either way, they just can’t stop thinking and talking about each other. Look at the world of politics.

In reality, the opposite of love is fear. Whereas love connects us, fear cuts us off from each other. Fear fosters abandonment, which can take many forms. Some are more obvious than others, but all are damaging.

At times we abandon our patients by ignoring or rejecting them. More often, paradoxically, we abandon them to further treatment, treatment that may or may not extend their lives, never thinking to ask them how they feel about it. High costs can accrue from this thoughtlessness. These costs are not just economic, but emotional and spiritual as well.

We need both delivery system reform and reimbursement reform in the US. Our financial incentives need to be realigned. But when our patients near the end of life, a deeper incentive calls. This call comes from love. This love, if we truly align with it, is strong enough to cancel out fear. This love helps us accept together what we can't overcome alone. We must heed this call, because even though it may summon us to witness terrible grief and loss, when we respond to it everyone has a chance to win.

Ultimately, this deeper kind of love really has no opposite. There is nothing in this world that compares to it. It encompasses everything in life, including death. May we listen carefully for its quiet and constant voice.

10 comments:

Jeanne Lahaie said...

That was one of the most beautiful things I've read in a long time. It echoes how I feel about working with patients facing tough choices.

Your post would make a great addition to the New York Times for its Science Times section. It may help other providers struggling in the same situation.

Tanya Stewart said...

I could not agree more! You have a fabulous style of writing- even about the more mundane topics like Politics. Keep the posts coming!!

clay anderson, md said...

brad-
great story. heartwarming. thanks so much for talking about love. a kind of love, maybe agape love, is intentional unconditional caring presence. so lacking in health care and in organizations. and we are not really allowed to trumpet this as a principle. it is THE guiding principle in my life whether directed at fellow humans, nature, god. how can it be taboo at work!!! fare thee well, clay

Eric Widera said...

Reading this post made me stop in my tracks today - taking a 5 minutes just to let what you said sink in. What a truly beautiful and heartfelt post.

Alex Smith said...

Just to echo the comments above, a remarkably eloquent and poignant post Brad.

Alex Smith said...

Just to echo the comments above, a remarkably eloquent and poignant post Brad.

NYLegalNurse said...

This is so true. Death is inevitable. We need to not deny it and if you will embrace it as a part of life. Be comfortable with it.

If we help people be comfortable with it and be ready for it. They don't go alone. they take a piece of you to heaven with them.

Flannery Fielding said...

Beautifully stated! We all want a "good clinician" - a practitioner who has a thorough understanding of medicine, but also someone who is able to provide the best care from a place of compassion. Can we teach this or must we trust that our practitioners will bring compassion and empathy as part of their inherent dedication to care for others? I think we can, and must, teach some form of mindfulness as part of the standard health sciences curriculum. Ira Byock's been saying so for years.... Your observation that patients may sometimes be "abandoned" by way of continued curative care is spot on. Thank you for this.

Curbstone Walker said...

What most of us need is to train the ability to talk and listen at the same time; to be attentive to our partner's reactions even when we are talking. Links or references to literature would be helpful although attending a workshop on this subject would probably be even better.

Ingrid said...

Thank you for your beautiful post. I've been googling "the opposite of love", hoping to find something that fits my experience, and "fear" is the word I've been looking for.