Saturday, October 29, 2011

A tribute to RD

I still remember taking a quick peek at the unread CT scan before I saw you in the ER room. Is that a mass?.I spoke to myself looking at the haziness in the hilar region.… The story you gave me was even more concerning - a visit to pulmonologist a couple of months back for chronic cough and hemoptysis, your smoking history..After the exam, I glanced over the computer to look at the CT report by radiology , and there it was confirming the  worst suspicions. Hilar mass/collapse UL/adrenal lesion , most likely CA lung with metastasis.

Sir, it looks like you have a lung mass, I broached the discussion.

"Well, what does that mean? "You asked me, earnestly

I cannot say for sure, but it very concerning for lung cancer, I said slowly.

I could sense your trepidation.
"I came in for the cough and I thought I could go back home after getting a shot or something," you said, in disbelief.

Sir, I am sorry. Things are a bit complicated now with the mass – so we have to get some tests done to figure out what this mass is. I’ll need to get the lung doctor involved, we’ll most likely need a bronchoscopy – you know – when they sedate you and pass a small tube with camera down your wind pipe, to try to get a sample from this mass..

Will it hurt? You were apprehensive.

Not really..You will be sedated during the process.

So the mass? Things were staring to sink in.

I’m sorry…The mass, as I said, we need to know what exactly it is so that we could give you the right treatment.

The transport person had come to move you by that time. And I didn’t have the heart to go over the adrenal lesion and the likely metastatic CA part at that time.

In an hours time, I was back in your room.

You looked so worried. You reminded me of a little boy, lost in the woods – you had such an inncocent face, and it almost looked as if you were on the brink of tears..

What should I tell folks at work ? I guess I should take a day  off from work tomorrow.

Sir, I think it would be longer than that..you know, the diagnosis has not been made yet, and depending on what it turns out to be, we will have to coordinate care amongst other specialists and comeforth with a care plan. The wait can be frustrating, I wish we could move things faster to get a definitive answer, but you know, it just doesn’t work that way..

Will I not be able to work again? Your voice was quivering..

Sir, we don’t know the diagnosis yet, I repeated. I guess I sounded like a broken record . Sir, we’d have to figure that out first , then discuss the treatment options which might include chemotherapy and radiation if it turns out to be a malignancy..Again, its premature to discuss that without having the definitive diagnosis at hand..

I felt like I was hedging. I didn’t want to go too much in detail about the lung cancer prognosis..

I could only imagine what was going through your mind. Here you are in the hospital with a potential diagnosi s of cancer given to you in the ER when you came in expecting to go back home after a shot. You have no idea what the future holds for you. You are alone - you have no one at home, no wife, no kids, no one to take care of you. No one to discusss this with . Your only sister who is on vacation , is some place faraway and you cant even reach her by phone. And you had the whole night, the next day, and probably the whole week strectching in front of you, leaving you in angst, in the throngs of fear – fear of the unknown, fear of of a deadly disease, and the fear of death. You have been young and healthy all your life, you are just 55 and never expected this coming.

RD, I felt really bad for you, I wish I could help you . I was crying inside when I left you room.
My 7 day shift was over that night.

Later I learned that you had bronchoscopy done the next day, it was inconclusive. You had a CT guided biopsy done which showed squamous cell CA.
One my next week on, you were admitted briefly to get a port in place. You were discharged the same day before I could see you.
A couple of week s later, I just opened your chart in Epic again and was flabbergasted.

You are entering the chart of a deceased patient, read the pop up notification on Epic, our electronic medical record system.

This was a shock RD… I knew things could move faster, but not this quick..

RD, I’m sorry. I wish things were different. I wish no one has to go through this again. But again, all of us will have to face this - fear and apprehension, desolation and despondency, in varying degrees for no fault of our own. llness will most often be a trigger , and I’ll be there witnessing this over and over again in myself and my patients, wondering why this happens and never ever knowing the answer..

Some questions, I understand RD, do not have answers.

RIP RD
You will always be remembered.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Amma in America

My parents were here in US for 3 weeks or so, and we had a wonderful time together. Amma never cracks any jokes intentionally , but her innocent comments would keep us smiling any day.

“Why do  people need a shop just for nails – oru hardware kada pore?” , “Do they really sell diamond nails in this country?”

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“Hilary aalororu midukkiya. Nammal varthanum kettirunnu pokum. Billum kollam. Pakshe Chelsea – aval kandal athra pora… Avalde kalyanam eyide kazhinjille??”

Listening to her chatting away, one would think the Clintons are our family friends.

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While showing her the states on US map – “Oh Michigan..Athu nammude Michellinte naadano??”
Michelle again is ofcouse her dearest friend , the first lady, Michelle Obama.

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“Aaa pichakaarane nokkkuu – enthoru smartness…” pointing at a haggard homeless dude under a bridge.

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“Sasha, today we went for a walk on Rockwood Bollywood” she chirps away to my sister

“Rockwood Bollywood???” asks a confused Sasha.

And for the umpteenth time I correct her “Amma, it’s not bollywood, it’s boulevard!”

**

We were dining out one day. The server brings Amma her drink in a dark purple cup. “I’d never order tea in America. This is the worst tea I've ever had - tastes like hot water.”, she says. I take a sip, and sure enough it did taste like lukewarm water.

Amma of course, had the teabag still untouched on her table.

**

We were going for as walk and Amma abruptly stops in front of a house and asks me, “Is that a helicopter?”

 It was a boat.

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Amma is quite used to reverting to  English when she wants to say something that she doesn’t want Sulochana chechi our household help to hear , for instance financial stuff or sometimes a critique “ I wish the she’d clean the window sills” etc. She sticked to same practice during her short stay here.

A lady is taking a stroll at the park carrying a baby. Amma who was speaking in Malayalam all that while switches to English and says “She looks rather old to be the little boy’s mother..I bet its her grandson.” Thankfully the lady didn’t hear her.

This happened again a few days later when we were in a restaurant . Eyeing on a particularly rotund female seated adjacent to us, she insists it’s a guy. When we do not agree, Amma adamantly says, switching to English,“Molly, look carefully..Don’t you see the moustache?”

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A sudden gust of wind blows her shawl away, and she asks playfully, "Molly, Is this a Toronto?"

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Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Annie on my mind

It's raining, Annie...

So goes the opening line of a tender, bittersweet love story.

'Annie on my mind' by Nancy Garden is an intriguing tale of two young women who fall in love with each other. Liza Winthrop, a seventeen year old and wanna be architect meets Annie Kenyon at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NY and their lives change for ever. In this compelling story Garden's life like characters succeed in reaching out to the readers - one could perceive their initial apprehension and confusion , their anger and helplessness and more than everything the magic of their innocent love.


There would be many books for teenagers on homosexuality, but AOMM is one what tells you what it truly feels like. Garden has a clear message - gay folks are just like you or me. They aren't sick or immoral, they fall in love just like straight folks and it's cruel to make fun of them or victimize them or exclude them.

Right after I completed AOMM, I came across the news on the Indian minister Ghulam Nabi Azad who derided homosexuality as an unnatural disease. Shame on you Mr Azad... For crying out loud, you are the health minister - I say it again the HEALTH minister of India. I could only hope that you change your appalling and grossly unscientific views and apologize to the LGBT community. My LGBT friends, forgive him for this man has no clue of what he's saying. This mist of bitterness and revulsion that enshrouds you is going to dissipate soon as more and more straight folks open up their minds and finally start thinking straight.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Lanthanbatheriyile Luthiniyakal

LL is an awe inspiring tale by the uber talented novelist N S Madhavan. It's the story of a small island near cochin, which was once a Dutch battery - 'Lanthakkar' as the Dutch were called in Kerala and 'batheri' the colloquial term of Battery. In the novel, Madhavan strings in the illustrious history of the island, the colorful life of it's inhabitants with the story of the protagonist - a little girl named Iris Edwina Maria Gorethy Anna Jessica. What did I like the most about this novel?It's so hard to choose - may be the glimpses into the colonial past of Kerala or its rich religious history or the picturesque depiction of chavittunatakam, including it's origins from the Italian poet Ludwico Ariosta and his Orlando Furioso and the amusing but absurd Godse Gandhi story in the chavittunatakam format or the brilliant portrayal of its characters like Peelathosachan (Malayalam for Father Pontius Pilate) the priest obsessed with hand washing and Pusphangadan, the school teacher hell bent on disproving Fermat's theorem. LL is for sure one of the finests Malyalam novels I've read in recent times.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Lilac Blooms


Lilac blooms at Dr P's office. They smell great!

Sunday, April 10, 2011

An ER Incident


What would you if you walked into the ER at the beginning of your shift  and found your intern colleague on the exam table, on all fours, just as in the above image, albeit wearing a white coat?

Let me back off a little bit...

This was a few years back, when I was doing my internship/house surgeoncy in India. Latha, my friend, was posted in the ER and I was supposed to take over her shift at 600 pm.

Right before I walked in, an elderly gentleman was brought into the ER. He was bitten by a snake.

"What did the snake look like?", Latha had asked in an effort to determine whether it was a poisonous one, which would require treatment with antivenom.

I guess they anticipated this question. The answer came in the form of writhing reptile, very much alive, dropped on the floor from a plastic bag, by patient's son, who was heard exclaiming at the same instant "Sorry, I thought the snake was dead!"

Latha, perched right on top of the table.

Did I have the presence of mind to deal with this situation when I walked in ?

Nope.

The minute I saw the snake, I let out a scream and jumped on top of the same table, and there was barely any space for the two of us.

Thankfully, the security folks were soon in, they took care of the issue.  The snake, we later found out  was just Coluber mucosus, or the common rat snake/ chera, a nonvenomous one.


Saturday, August 2, 2008

Fever Dream

Jake was running a high fever, and Amma was genuinely concerned. I was still in Medschool, doing my internship at that time, and being the only doc around the block, she wanted me to have a look.
Let me just back off a bit. Jake is my kid brother. Well, he's not a kid anymore, but the 10 years age gap between us always make me feel he's just a kid. During my medschool days, he was the guinee pig I used to practise on. He'd lie still on the bed while I palpated his belly looking for the enlarged organs, percussed his chest trying to discern a resonant note from the dull, auscultated his chest with my black Littmann steth for the breath sounds and the rhythmic lub-dup of his heart. He used to thoroughly enjoy those sessions, mainly because he could get a break from his homework and studies while I tried to hone my clinical skills.

When I saw Jake, he was sleeping, all curled up in his bed. His cheeks were flushed and droplets of sweat glistened on his forehead. I was in a hurry, with an exam next day, and I just shook him awake..

Me: Eda, onnu ezhnneette (Jake, Wake up!)

Jake (startled): Ayyo..Enthina? ( OMG, What for?)

Me: Eda, Amma wants me to examine you.. Nee onnu nere kidanne( Lie down straight)

Jake(with a terrified look onhis face): Are you sure? Have you done this before?

Me(confused at his question): What do you mean? Nee vegam onnu nere kidanne, njan steth vechu kelkkatte (Let me just listen to your chest)

Jake: Athu veno? (Are you sure you wanna do that?)

Me: Jake, Don’t mess with me. I’m busy now. Let me just have a look.

Jake: How long is it gonna take?

Me( getting impatient): Just a couple of minutes.

And then the weirdest thing happened.Jake jumped out of his bed, pushed me aside and started crying at the top of his voice..

Jake: Ayyooo, Ammaaaa ..Papaa..Odi vayo ( Dad! Mom!, Help me!!)

Papa was dozing off in his armchair, Amma was in the kitchen. Hearing Jake shouting for help, they rushed to his bedroom.

Amma and Papa: Entha Mone, enthu pattiyeda?( What’s wrong Son?)

Jake: Please get some one else to do my HEAD TRANSPLANT...Someone with more experience than Molly chechi!!! I may die from the surgery.

We were dumbstruck. It took a while for us to decipher what had happened, and when we did we couldn’t stop laughing...Apparently Jake was in the middle of a dream, where he was supposed to have an extremely complicated procedure called ‘head transplant’ for his lethal illness. When I came into his room, he thought I was gonna do the surgery, and having had a first hand experience of my skills, poor Jake was terrified.

Well, this is just one of the weirdest dreams Jake has had, I'll blog more on the the 'hanging fan' and the 'dead friend' episodes later.

Bye for Now!