Bioethics Discussion Blog: July 2009

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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

American Medical Association: Obesity is a Disease but Not a Disability



The American Medical Association (AMA) finds that obesity is a disease but not a disability. In a resolution passed by the AMA on June 16 2009 and reported by various news services including ABC news The argument against disability was as follows
"If obesity is designated as a disability, physicians could be sued or reprimanded for discrimination under the Americans with Disability Act if a patient takes offense at the physician discussing obesity," the resolution states. "Therefore be it resolved that our American Medical Association not support the effort to make obesity a disability."

The Americans with Disability Act of 1990 was signed into law by President George H.W. Bush July 26 1990 and later amended with changes effective January 1 2009. The entire Act after the amended changes can be found at this link.

Read the Act and read why AMA considers obesity a disease that needs public education and attention and then return and write your opinion whether you think obesity is a disability to be included in the Act and what you think of the AMA’s rationale for stating obesity is NOT a disability. ..Maurice.



Graphic: Image in the public domain from Wikipedia. Painting by an Italian painter 17th century.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Lou Gehrig and DNA Testing: Is DNA Testing in Baseball Ethical?

From the New York Times article July 21, 2009 “Baseballs Use of DNA Raises Questions”

“Confronted with cases of identity and age falsification by Latin American baseball prospects, Major League Baseball is conducting genetic testing on some promising young players and their parents. …Mark Rothstein, a professor of bioethics at the University of Louisville School of Medicine, said: ‘The funny thing about this all is that the most famous baseball player with a genetic disorder was Lou Gehrig. Would they have signed him if they knew he was predisposed to A.L.S.?’”


Read the full article and then return and present your views. If major league baseball is obtaining specimens from players to verify their claim that they do not use illegal drugs, why not verify age and origin with medical testing? Or is there a difference? And by this DNA testing, who is baseball protecting? The players? The public? The fairness of the game? Or the team investors? ..Maurice.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Eugenics, “Feeblemindedness” and the “Droolers”: Stories of Stereotyping and Discrimination

As a “hop, skip and a jump” migrating from of the topic of the last thread “Patient’s Medical History: Should the Description of Race and Ethnicity be Forbidden? “ to one of the greatest discriminatory and stereotyping behavior in human history: the belief and actions in favor of eugenics. As Sara Vogt describes eugenics in her article“Diagnosing Defectives: Disability, Gender and Eugenics in the United States, 1910-1924” published at the Hektoen International website:

The science of eugenics developed in countries around the world such as Great Britain, the United States, and Germany during the second half of the nineteenth century as a means of fighting emergent public health and social problems like tuberculosis, prostitution, and the so-called degeneration of the race. The word “eugenic” springs from the Greek words “eu” meaning good and “gen” meaning born – together denoting “well-born.” The aim of eugenics was to change the behavior of the general public through voluntary or coercive means in order to increase the number of “well-born” individuals, thereby improving the health and ultimate strength of the nation. To do this, eugenicists focused on population genetics and the prevention of so-called hereditary illnesses, most of which would be considered disabilities in contemporary Western culture. Eugenics concerned itself with “feeblemindedness,” a category which served as a catchall classification for anyone found to display an unacceptable degree of deviancy. Eugenicists considered feebleminded individuals a burden on and a threat to the health of the nation, and, as a result, they employed various strategies aimed at the prevention – or destruction – of future generations of sick, disabled, criminal and other individuals deemed inferior – categories which were often conflated.


The matter of stereotyping and discrimination is brought out in Ms Vogt’s article describing one example of how the “feebleminded” were diagnosed as such in times past.

Surely one sign of “feeblemindedness” in the past was the sign of drooling of saliva. And one short story of life in a California institution which included the ward containing those who drooled was written by Jack London in the “The Turtles of Tasman” titled “Told in the Drooling Ward” and first published in The Bookman, Volume 39, June 1914. Since the story is now in the public domain and to provide my visitors with a chance at some instant reading, I reproduce the story below. Enjoy. But also write us your thoughts about eugenics and stereotyping with associated discrimination. ..Maurice.

Me? I'm not a drooler. I'm the assistant. I don't know what Miss Jones or Miss Kelsey could do without me. There are fifty-five low-grade droolers in this ward, and how could they ever all be fed if wasn't around? I like to feed droolers. They don't make trouble. They can't. Something's wrong with most of their legs and arms, and they can't talk. They're very low-grade. I can walk, and talk, and do things. You must be careful with the droolers and not feed them too fast. Then they choke. Miss Jones says I'm an expert. When a new nurse comes I show her how to do it. It's funny watching a new nurse try to feed them. She goes at it so slow and careful that supper time would be around before she finished shoving down their breakfast. Then I show her, because I'm an expert. Dr. Dalrymple says I am, and he ought to know. A drooler can eat twice as fast if you know how to make him.
My name's Tom. I'm twenty-eight years old. Everybody knows me in the institution. This is an institution, you know. It belongs to the State of California and is run by politics. I know. I've been here a long time. Everybody trusts me. I run errands all over the place, when I'm not busy with the droolers. I like droolers. It makes me think how lucky I am that I ain't a drooler.
I like it here in the Home. I don't like the outside. I know. I've been around a bit, and run away, and adopted. Me for the Home, and for the drooling ward best of all. I don't look like a drooler, do I? You can tell the difference soon as you look at me. I'm an assistant, expert assistant. That's going some for a feeb. Feeb? Oh, that's feeble-minded. I thought you knew. We're all feebs in here.
But I'm a high-grade feeb. Dr. Dalrymple says I'm too smart to be in the Home, but I never let on. It's a pretty good place. And don't throw fits like lots of the feebs. You see that house up there through the trees. The high-grade epilecs all live in it by themselves. They're stuck up because they ain't just ordinary feebs. They call it the club house, and they say they're just as good as anybody outside, only they're sick. I don't like them much. They laugh at me, when they ain't busy throwing fits. But I don't care. I never have to be scared about falling down and busting my head. Sometimes they run around in circles trying to find a place to sit down quick, only they don't. Low-grade epilecs are disgusting, and high-grade epilecs put on airs. I'm glad I ain't an epilec. There ain't anything to them. They just talk big, that's all.
Miss Kelsey says I talk too much. But I talk sense, and that's more than the other feebs do. Dr. Dalrymple says I have the gift of language. I know it. You ought to hear me talk when I'm by myself, or when I've got a drooler to listen. Sometimes I think I'd like to be a politician, only it's too much trouble. They're all great talkers; that's how they hold their jobs.
Nobody's crazy in this institution. They're just feeble in their minds. Let me tell you something funny. There's about a dozen high-grade girls that set the tables in the big dining room. Sometimes when they're done ahead of time, they all sit down in chairs in a circle and talk. I sneak up to the door and listen, and I nearly die to keep from laughing. Do you want to know what they talk? It's like this. They don't say a word for a long time. And then one says, "Thank God I'm not feeble-minded." And all the rest nod their heads and look pleased. And then nobody says anything for a time. After which the next girl in the circle says, "Thank God I'm not feeble-minded," and they nod their heads all over again. And it goes on around the circle, and they never say anything else. Now they're real feebs, ain't they? I leave it to you. I'm not that kind of a feeb, thank God.
Sometimes I don't think I'm a feeb at all. I play in the band and read music. We're all supposed to be feebs in the band except the leader. He's crazy. We know it, but we never talk about it except amongst ourselves. His job is politics, too, and we don't want him to lose it. I play the drum. They can't get along without me in this institution. I was sick once, so I know. It's a wonder the drooling ward didn't break down while I was in hospital.
I could get out of here if I wanted to. I'm not so feeble as some might think. But I don't let on. I have too good a time. Besides, everything would run down if I went away. I'm afraid some time they'll find out I'm not a feeb and send me out into the world to earn my own living. I know the world, and I don't like it. The Home is fine enough for me.
You see how I grin sometimes. I can't help that. But I can put it on a lot. I'm not bad, though. I look at myself in the glass. My mouth is funny, I know that, and it lops down, and my teeth are bad. You can tell a feeb anywhere by looking at his mouth and teeth. But that doesn't prove I'm a feeb. It's just because I'm lucky that I look like one.
I know a lot. If I told you all I know, you'd be surprised. But when I don't want to know, or when they want me to do something don't want to do, I just let my mouth lop down and laugh and make foolish noises. I watch the foolish noises made by the low-grades, and I can fool anybody. And I know a lot of foolish noises. Miss Kelsey called me a fool the other day. She was very angry, and that was where I fooled her.
Miss Kelsey asked me once why I don't write a book about feebs. I was telling her what was the matter with little Albert. He's a drooler, you know, and I can always tell the way he twists his left eye what's the matter with him. So I was explaining it to Miss Kelsey, and, because she didn't know, it made her mad. But some day, mebbe, I'll write that book. Only it's so much trouble. Besides, I'd sooner talk.
Do you know what a micro is? It's the kind with the little heads no bigger than your fist. They're usually droolers, and they live a long time. The hydros don't drool. They have the big heads, and they're smarter. But they never grow up. They always die. I never look at one without thinking he's going to die. Sometimes, when I'm feeling lazy, or the nurse is mad at me, I wish I was a drooler with nothing to do and somebody to feed me. But I guess I'd sooner talk and be what I am.
Only yesterday Doctor Dalrymple said to me, "Tom," he said, "just don't know what I'd do without you." And he ought to know, seeing as he's had the bossing of a thousand feebs for going on two years. Dr. Whatcomb was before him. They get appointed, you know. It's politics. I've seen a whole lot of doctors here in my time. I was here before any of them. I've been in this institution twenty-five years. No, I've got no complaints. The institution couldn't be run better.
It's a snap to be a high-grade feeb. Just look at Doctor Dalrymple. He has troubles. He holds his job by politics. You bet we high-graders talk politics. We know all about it, and it's bad. An institution like this oughtn't to be run on politics. Look at Doctor Dalrymple. He's been here two years and learned a lot. Then politics will come along and throw him out and send a new doctor who don't know anything about feebs.
I've been acquainted with just thousands of nurses in my time. Some of them are nice. But they come and go. Most of the women get married. Sometimes I think I'd like to get married. I spoke to Dr. Whatcomb about it once, but he told me he was very sorry, because feebs ain't allowed to get married. I've been in love. She was a nurse. won't tell you her name. She had blue eyes, and yellow hair, and a kind voice, and she liked me. She told me so. And she always told me to be a good boy. And I was, too, until afterward, and then I ran away. You see, she went off and got married, and she didn't tell me about it.
I guess being married ain't what it's cracked up to be. Dr. Anglin and his wife used to fight. I've seen them. And once I heard her call him a feeb. Now nobody has a right to call anybody a feeb that ain't. Dr. Anglin got awful mad when she called him that. But he didn't last long. Politics drove him out, and Doctor Mandeville came. He didn't have a wife. I heard him talking one time with the engineer. The engineer and his wife fought like cats and dogs, and that day Doctor Mandeville told him he was damn glad he wasn't tied to no petticoats. A petticoat is a skirt. I knew what he meant, if I was a feeb. But never let on. You hear lots when you don't let on.
I've seen a lot in my time. Once I was adopted, and went away on the railroad over forty miles to live with a man named Peter Bopp and his wife. They had a ranch. Doctor Anglin said I was strong and bright, and I said I was, too. That was because I wanted to be adopted. And Peter Bopp said he'd give me a good home, and the lawyers fixed up the papers.
But I soon made up my mind that a ranch was no place for me. Mrs. Bopp was scared to death of me and wouldn't let me sleep in the house. They fixed up the woodshed and made me sleep there. had to get up at four o'clock and feed the horses, and milk cows, and carry the milk to the neighbours. They called it chores, but it kept me going all day. I chopped wood, and cleaned chicken houses, and weeded vegetables, and did most everything on the place. I never had any fun. I hadn't no time.
Let me tell you one thing. I'd sooner feed mush and milk to feebs than milk cows with the frost on the ground. Mrs. Bopp was scared to let me play with her children. And I was scared, too. They used to make faces at me when nobody was looking, and call me "Looney." Everybody called me Looney Tom. And the other boys in the neighbourhood threw rocks at me. You never see anything like that in the Home here. The feebs are better behaved.
Mrs. Bopp used to pinch me and pull my hair when she thought was too slow, and I only made foolish noises and went slower. She said I'd be the death of her some day. I left the boards off the old well in the pasture, and the pretty new calf fell in and got drowned. Then Peter Bopp said he was going to give me a licking. He did, too. He took a strap halter and went at me. It was awful. I'd never had a licking in my life. They don't do such things in the Home, which is why I say the Home is the place for me.
I know the law, and I knew he had no right to lick me with a strap halter. That was being cruel, and the guardianship papers said he mustn't be cruel. I didn't say anything. I just waited, which shows you what kind of a feeb I am. I waited a long time, and got slower, and made more foolish noises; but he wouldn't send me back to the Home, which was what I wanted. But one day, it was the first of the month, Mrs. Brown gave me three dollars, which was for her milk bill with Peter Bopp. That was in the morning. When I brought the milk in the evening I was to bring back the receipt. But I didn't. I just walked down to the station, bought a ticket like any one, and rode on the train back to the Home. That's the kind of a feeb I am.
Doctor Anglin was gone then, and Doctor Mandeville had his place. I walked right into his office. He didn't know me. "Hello," he said, "this ain't visiting day." "I ain't a visitor," I said. "I'm Tom. I belong here." Then he whistled and showed he was surprised. I told him all about it, and showed him the marks of the strap halter, and he got madder and madder all the time and said he'd attend to Mr. Peter Bopp's case.
And mebbe you think some of them little droolers weren't glad to see me.
I walked right into the ward. There was a new nurse feeding little Albert. "Hold on," I said. "That ain't the way. Don't you see how he's twisting that left eye? Let me show you." Mebbe she thought was a new doctor, for she just gave me the spoon, and I guess I filled little Albert up with the most comfortable meal he'd had since I went away. Droolers ain't bad when you understand them. I heard Miss Jones tell Miss Kelsey once that I had an amazing gift in handling droolers.
Some day, mebbe, I'm going to talk with Doctor Dalrymple and get him to give me a declaration that I ain't a feeb. Then I'll get him to make me a real assistant in the drooling ward, with forty dollars a month and my board. And then I'll marry Miss Jones and live right on here. And if she won't have me, I'll marry Miss Kelsey or some other nurse. There's lots of them that want to get married. And I won't care if my wife gets mad and calls me a feeb. What's the good? And I guess when one's learned to put up with droolers a wife won't be much worse.
I didn't tell you about when I ran away. I hadn't no idea of such a thing, and it was Charley and Joe who put me up to it. They're high-grade epilecs, you know. I'd been up to Doctor Wilson's office with a message, and was going back to the drooling ward, when I saw Charley and Joe hiding around the corner of the gymnasium and making motions to me. I went over to them.
"Hello," Joe said. "How's droolers?"
"Fine," I said. "Had any fits lately?"
That made them mad, and I was going on, when Joe said, "We're running away. Come on."
"What for?" I said.
"We're going up over the top of the mountain," Joe said.
"And find a gold mine," said Charley. "We don't have fits any more. We're cured."
"All right," I said. And we sneaked around back of the gymnasium and in among the trees. Mebbe we walked along about ten minutes, when I stopped.
"What's the matter?" said Joe.
"Wait," I said. "I got to go back."
"What for?" said Joe.
And I said, "To get little Albert."
And they said I couldn't, and got mad. But I didn't care. knew they'd wait. You see, I've been here twenty-five years, and I know the back trails that lead up the mountain, and Charley and Joe didn't know those trails. That's why they wanted me to come.
So I went back and got little Albert. He can't walk, or talk, or do anything except drool, and I had to carry him in my arms. We went on past the last hayfield, which was as far as I'd ever gone. Then the woods and brush got so thick, and me not finding any more trail, we followed the cow-path down to a big creek and crawled through the fence which showed where the Home land stopped.
We climbed up the big hill on the other side of the creek. It was all big trees, and no brush, but it was so steep and slippery with dead leaves we could hardly walk. By and by we came to a real bad place. It was forty feet across, and if you slipped you'd fall a thousand feet, or mebbe a hundred. Anyway, you wouldn't fall -- just slide. I went across first, carrying little Albert. Joe came next. But Charley got scared right in the middle and sat down.
"I'm going to have a fit," he said.
"No, you're not," said Joe. "Because if you was you wouldn't 'a' sat down. You take all your fits standing."
"This is a different kind of a fit," said Charley, beginning to cry.
He shook and shook, but just because he wanted to he couldn't scare up the least kind of a fit.
Joe got mad and used awful language. But that didn't help none. So I talked soft and kind to Charley. That's the way to handle feebs. If you get mad, they get worse. I know. I'm that way myself. That's why I was almost the death of Mrs. Bopp. She got mad.
It was getting along in the afternoon, and I knew we had to be on our way, so I said to Joe:
"Here, stop your cussing and hold Albert. I'll go back and get him."
And I did, too; but he was so scared and dizzy he crawled along on hands and knees while I helped him. When I got him across and took Albert back in my arms, I heard somebody laugh and looked down. And there was a man and woman on horseback looking up at us. He had a gun on his saddle, and it was her who was laughing.
"Who in hell's that?" said Joe, getting scared. "Somebody to catch us?"
"Shut up your cussing," I said to him. "That is the man who owns this ranch and writes books."
"How do you do, Mr. Endicott," I said down to him.
"Hello," he said. "What are you doing here?"
"We're running away," I said.
And he said, "Good luck. But be sure and get back before dark."
"But this is a real running away," I said.
And then both he and his wife laughed.
"All right," he said. "Good luck just the same. But watch out the bears and mountain lions don't get you when it gets dark."
Then they rode away laughing, pleasant like; but I wished he hadn't said that about the bears and mountain lions.
After we got around the hill, I found a trail, and we went much faster. Charley didn't have any more signs of fits, and began laughing and talking about gold mines. The trouble was with little Albert. He was almost as big as me. You see, all the time I'd been calling him little Albert, he'd been growing up. He was so heavy I couldn't keep up with Joe and Charley. I was all out of breath. So I told them they'd have to take turns in carrying him, which they said they wouldn't. Then I said I'd leave them and they'd get lost, and the mountain lions and bears would eat them. Charley looked like he was going to have a fit right there, and Joe said, "Give him to me." And after that we carried him in turn.
We kept right on up that mountain. I don't think there was any gold mine, but we might 'a' got to the top and found it, if we hadn't lost the trail, and if it hadn't got dark, and if little Albert hadn't tired us all out carrying him. Lots of feebs are scared of the dark, and Joe said he was going to have a fit right there. Only he didn't. I never saw such an unlucky boy. He never could throw a fit when he wanted to. Some of the feebs can throw fits as quick as a wink.
By and by it got real black, and we were hungry, and we didn't have no fire. You see, they don't let feebs carry matches, and all we could do was just shiver. And we'd never thought about being hungry. You see, feebs always have their food ready for them, and that's why it's better to be a feeb than earning your living in the world.
And worse than everything was the quiet. There was only one thing worse, and it was the noises. There was all kinds of noises every once in a while, with quiet spells in between. I reckon they were rabbits, but they made noises in the brush like wild animals -- you know, rustle rustle, thump, bump, crackle crackle, just like that. First Charley got a fit, a real one, and Joe threw a terrible one. I don't mind fits in the Home with everybody around. But out in the woods on a dark night is different. You listen to me, and never go hunting gold mines with epilecs, even if they are high-grade.
I never had such an awful night. When Joe and Charley weren't throwing fits they were making believe, and in the darkness the shivers from the cold which I couldn't see seemed like fits, too. And I shivered so hard I thought I was getting fits myself. And little Albert, with nothing to eat, just drooled and drooled. I never seen him as bad as that before. Why, he twisted that left eye of his until it ought to have dropped out. I couldn't see it, but I could tell from the movements he made. And Joe just lay and cussed and cussed, and Charley cried and wished he was back in the Home.
We didn't die, and next morning we went right back the way we'd come. And little Albert got awful heavy. Doctor Wilson was mad as could be, and said I was the worst feeb in the institution, along with Joe and Charley. But Miss Striker, who was a nurse in the drooling ward then, just put her arms around me and cried, she was that happy I'd got back. I thought right there that mebbe I'd marry her. But only a month afterward she got married to the plumber that came up from the city to fix the gutter-pipes of the new hospital. And little Albert never twisted his eye for two days, it was that tired.
Next time I run away I'm going right over that mountain. But I ain't going to take epilecs along. They ain't never cured, and when they get scared or excited they throw fits to beat the band. But I'll take little Albert. Somehow I can't get along without him. And, anyway, I ain't going to run away. The drooling ward's a better snap than gold mines, and I hear there's a new nurse coming. Besides, little Albert's bigger than I am now, and I could never carry him over a mountain. And he's growing bigger every day. It's astonishing.





Saturday, July 18, 2009

Patient’s Medical History: Should the Description of Race and Ethnicity be Forbidden?

There is concern that I and others who teach medical students to take a medical history and perform a physical examination have been teaching the wrong way. We have always been teaching the student to start off the history with, as an example, “The patient is a 35 year old Hispanic married male carpenter who…”


Wrong!!


We are now told by those who know: writing Hispanic may be discriminatory and also used as a stereotype (and the same goes for black, African-American, Asian and so on). Not only that but these days the word "married" is inconsequential in terms of making a diagnosis. How about the word “carpenter”? It might be used as a stereotype and be discriminatory. How about age? Can be used to discriminate and stereotype? "Male" or "female"--too biological not humanistic--"man" and "woman" is better.


The argument against writing the race or ethnicity as identifying elements is that also these days most physicians may not know “who is what”? And the argument is there is such a mixture of race, cultural backgrounds or religions that simply the appearance of the patient may not be definitive. If the patient is asked specifically about what race they represent in order to identify a related disease (and most doctors rarely if ever directly ask such a question), the patient’s response may not be clinically relevant if one realizes the genetic complexity of every named race.


So this is the issue: should our teaching be changed and the example introductory line for a medical history begin “The patient is an adult man who..” ?


To read more about this issue:
"Misuse of Race in Medical Diagnosis" by Richard S. Garcia in “The Chronicle of Higher Education".

University of California San Francisco Medical School Statement regarding the Use of Race and Ethnic Identifiers 2006.


Write us here what is your opinion of the writing of race and ethnicity as identification of a patient in the patient’s own medical record. ..Maurice.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

“Watchful Waiting”: Concerns-Patient Satisfaction, Malpractice but Perhaps a Component of Better and Cheaper Medical Care

“Watchful waiting” is an expression used in medical practice for simply monitoring some unknown or simple medical condition without subjecting the patient to multiple testing, multiple procedures or unnecessary and perhaps risky medical or surgical treatments. This relatively inexpensive and unsophisticated method of medical practice for selected medical conditions is one way that the medical profession can maintain beneficence for the patient but also, at the same time, reduce the cost of all medical care in the United States. But it is also something that patients and their doctors must accept.

In these current days where our government is trying to find an answer to fixing or reducing the cost of medical care yet improving all aspects of quality, “watchful waiting” may be a possible solution. After all, not all runny noses and sore throats need antibiotics to resolve, not all isolated mild first time gall bladder attacks need surgery, not all chronic low back pain need spinal surgery and current evidence suggest that mildly elevated PSA values does not require prostate biopsy nor all detected prostate cancer require immediate surgery or radiation and particularly if discovered in the elderly.


So what are the arguments against and for “watchful waiting”? How about patient satisfaction? Will patients accept this decision? Well, there has been a study on this very point published recently in the Annals of Family Medicine where patients with unexplained complaints were either given a blood test at once or given education and observed over a 4 week period before a blood test was taken. The conclusion: “Test-ordering strategy does not influence patients' satisfaction with and anxiety after a consultation. Instead, specific aspects of physician-patient communication are important” What this means is in this one study, delay of testing for the yet unknown cause of the symptoms was tolerated by the patients.


On the other hand, a lawyer’s view of watchful waiting regarding prostate cancer might be one of cautioning potential clients to this decision and encourage them toward litigation if the outcome is unfavorable. Finally, the management of diagnosis and treatment of prostate cancer including "watchful waiting" will be to David Leonhardt, writing in the July 7 2009 issue of the New York Times, his litmus test about whether the Congress and the government is willing to change the basic economics of healthcare. Read his enlightening article and then return with your conclusions.


Are you asking your doctors to do too much, too soon and at too great a cost? Are your doctors doing too much too soon for additional income or because of malpractice worries? Do you see a role for “watchful waiting?” ..Maurice.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Patient Modesty: Volume 20



Continuing on with the general discussion of patient bodily modesty in all of patient concerns including the disregard or inability for physicians, clinics and hospitals to accommodate gender selection by patients (often male patients) of their nurse or technician attendants. ..Maurice.

Graphic: Photograph Russian Nurses at Work (early 20th Century)
From Beinecke Library via Wikipedia.

NOTICE: AS OF TODAY AUGUST 4, 2009 "PATIENT MODESTY: VOLUME 20" WILL BE CLOSED FOR FURTHER COMMENTS. YOU CAN CONTINUE POSTING COMMENTS ON VOLUME 21.

Monday, July 06, 2009

Ethics Courses and Unethical Behavior: Do They Rehabilitate or Simply Facilitate?

Recently I put up a blog thread providing resource information regarding courses in bioethics. The courses are worthwhile for providing bioethics background and methods to those in the medical, legal, social work or spiritual care backgrounds and for those who are participating in hospital ethics committees. In a Comment on that thread, I mentioned that medical license boards in the United States have their physicians who professionally misbehaved take an approved ethics course as part of their rehabilitation. I would like to extend discussion on the matter of whether bioethics courses can actually contribute to the rehabilitation of a person who is unethical or demonstrated unethical behavior. Such a discussion would also involve whether bioethicists themselves, with their education and experience are ethical persons or how does their ethics and philosophy education affect and to what extent, their ethical behavior.

Here is a posting recently on a bioethics listserv that takes one view of the value of the ethics course and teaching.

This from a recent article by Carla Keirns and colleagues:
"We know of a philosophy professor who, on the first day of his ethics class, announces to his students that Satan could easily get an ‘A’ in his course - his way of pointing out that rigorous study of moral theory and thorough deliberation on specific ethical dilemmas will do nothing to make one an ethical person. Our professor friend goes on to tell his students that in-depth understanding of moral philosophy may, in fact, equip students to be less ethical, providing them with a way to rationalize unethical behaviour. This idea – that one cannot teach others to be moral – has long been the fly in the ointment of ethics education, oft-used to resist the introduction of courses on ethics in professional schools and graduate programs."
"Bioethics and Medical Education: Lessons from the United States"
In C. Brosnan and B. Turner, (eds.) Handbook of the Sociology of Medical Education. London: Routledge. 2009.


I would hope some teachers of ethics would come to my blog and present their view of this concept: ethics courses don’t rehabilitate they just facilitate unethical behavior. ..Maurice.

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Cost and Degrading of Medical Practice: Overlooking, Underestimating Overhead

Currently, President Obama is attempting to improve medical care in the United States and reduce its costs. He apparently has spoken to a number of individuals representing the many components of the healthcare system to understand their views of the current system and what should be done to make the system better.I wonder if these presidential discussions dealt with the issue of the financial and even emotional overhead and its effect on medical practice which faces most practicing physicians in one way or another and can influence costs and effectiveness of medical care. Today, I posted a visitor comment on my “I Hate Doctors: Chapter 2” blog thread which I think could easily represent the views of many physicians in practice. Read what was written and I’ll be back at the end.


I hate doctors too... I am one and hate myself for ever going down this path. I spent 10 of the best years of my life training to be a physician (after college). I studied hard to be top of my class, worked 120 hours a week for 5 years during residency, and now have hundreds of thousands of dollars of debt from school loans. Now I've been in practice for nearly 10 years and I wish somebody would have been straight with me about the PRACTICE of medicine. Truths... If I don't see at least 6 patients an hour, I lose money. Overhead is ridiculous. Malpractice premiums are $80,0000 a year (and that's lower than a few years ago, thanks to tort reform - and I've never been sued). In my practice, overhead is about $70,000 a month per physician. So what, physicians make lots of money - yeah, so they can pay staff to file appeals on each claim sent to an insurance company (ever try to get through to an insurance company? no different for a physician's office). You want 15 minutes per visit? you pay my overhead. You think the $29 dollars per medicare visit pays all the staff you see in the office? No pressure to see patients quickly. If I did care about patients I wouldn't have time to show it... (that's a joke - ha, ha)

Time constraints aside, at least 15% of my patients are drug seekers. always nice at the end of the visit for the "can I get some dilaudid?" question. Most patients don't listen to my recommendations and come back 4-6 weeks later with the same symptoms. "Therapy? I use my shoulder all the time at work. I don't need therapy." Oh good, then why are you here? You can obviously diagnose and treat yourself.

If you can't read between the lines, I am completely disgruntled with medicine. I understand why patients hate doctors. Unfortunately with todays system, there isn't enough time to SHOW that I care. Don't think I don't care. Do you think I like seeing the same patient over and over, without them improving? I'm sick of medicine. I'm sick of patients thinking that they are my only patient. Please call me in the middle of the night for the same problem you had the last 3 days. I can only hope the rest of my 8,000 patients call me tonight too. I don't like sleeping. I don't like seeing my kids at night. I love filling out insurance, fmla, disability, etc. forms. I love dictating for 3 hours after seeing patients for 10 hours. I love my patients lying to me, trying to get pain medications. I love patients talking on their cell phone, ignoring me when I come in the room. I love patients not paying their co-pays. I love patients threatening to sue if I don't see them that day.

I love my patients. I love being a doctor.

Lovebeingadoctor


So what does this all say and mean? How would you respond to this physician and the obviously sarcastic ending to the comment? In my own experience, much of what this doctor writes about is true. Physicians are faced with profound financial and emotional investments. Will all of this be taken into consideration when new medical legislation is written? Here is some of my thoughts, perhaps impractical. With regard to the financial overhead, why can’t the government regulate the overhead costs of running an office? Why should the government place the burden of the costs of medical practice along with the income limitations solely on the physician? That is what has been happening ever since Medicare was created in 1965. Shouldn’t the government set limits to what licensed physicians have to pay out to their staff, for the rent, for their equipment and supplies and for insurance? Share the burden for the interest of better care for all citizens. If this is done, I am sure that the emotional overhead will be mitigated and doctors will have more time to spend with their patients, more men and women will find becoming a physician more inviting and will reduce the load of patients each doctor must see and treat. And, well, if patients would become more patient and understanding of the limits of physicians and the medical care system, much aggravation would be reduced on both sides. Do you think they are thinking about all this in Washington these days? ..Maurice.

Are You Interested in Bioethics?

Are you interested in Bioethics? You may have shown some interest simply by coming to this "Bioethics Discussion Blog". I hope many of my visitors have obtained some education and enlightenment about bioethics and bioethical issues as well as having a chance to express themselves by coming here. In addition, there may be those visitors who really would appreciate participating in formal education programs particularly if the visitors occupation could or will involve bioethics but also even for simply becoming more understanding of the discipline.

There are various opportunities available for bioethics education throughout the United States. You may find an institution that can provide that education by going to the National Institutes of Health website which lists some academic centers and programs. Programs that may be offered can include a survey course, a graduate certificate program in bioethics and a program leading to a Master of Arts degree in bioethics. Which program one selects will depend upon its use. Those who want to add understanding bioethics to their general knowledge or are new members to a hospital ethics committee may find the survey course sufficient. Others, will find the other two programs of value to enhance their occupation or professional background and skills.

Currently for those who live in Southern California, all 3 such programs are available at Loyola Marymount University in Los Angeles and the details of the programs can be obtained by going to the LMU/LA website.


I hope this information will be of interest and perhaps a stimulus to some of my visitors to become more understanding and educated in the applied discipline of bioethics. ..Maurice.