Last week, I had the opportunity to meet a wonderful and smart lady who unfortunately was diagnosed to have depression.
She graduated from college last year but apparently was already having depression. She was given antidepressants for 6 months but mom noted she was just going “crazier.”
I tried to communicate with her, she was either bored or really in a depressed mood, though I do sense she is very smart.
After I tried to pry open her real thoughts and feelings, apparently it boiled down to confusion brought about by the conflicts on her religious beliefs that were inculcated into her during her college days.
So I did Body process, and within 2 minutes, she was already twitching, kicking and arching her back like crazy. The mom who was also there started to cry (dont know why?). In 30 mins, a change started to appear, she started to smile and laugh at the slightest things.
Mom was so happy and commented that it was the first time since last year, she saw her laugh.
I felt humbled that I was given this opportunity to bring this person back to who she really IS.
How can it get better than this?
Just got back from a vacation, and already its a bad start already.
The gastric cancer patient, Barry has metastasized lymph nodes all over the abdomen, now. He’s not taking it well and so am I. Somehow I feel responsible for what has happened.
Everytime a patient of mine who comes back either sicker or dead becomes a personal thing for me. I feel like I didn’ do enough for them.
My mind starts to doubt and question whether I should continue taking in cancer patients. My heart says yes, but my logical mind has started to plant doubts as to how can I cope with this morbidity of life.
Looking for Divine help!
I saw a married couple a few days back. They were seeking alternatives for the husband’s diabetes despite taking medicines.
What was significant about this case, was that after I have finished with the husband and he was doing some acupuncture treatments, I began asking the wife questions, due to the fact that on SCIO, it seems like she has or had depression.
She started opening up and told me that the husband was abusing him physically and emotionally. She hasn’t told it to anyone for fear of her family breaking apart. So she kept quiet about it. She confessed that this was the first time she said anything about it.
case in point, that people seem to be more open towards strangers, knowing that whatever is said or discussed, it won’t leak out to the family or friends. As what Armstrong-Coster wrote in her book Living and Dying with Cancer. I just hope everything will be fine for her
Met my friends whom I have been with for the longest possible time. Everyone is now successful in their respective fields. And one of the friend asked me: “Don’t you get depressed when one of your patients died, that’s why I didn’t want to be in the clinical setting.” He is a hospital administrator for their hospital.
I suddenly stopped and didn’t know how to reply to that question. At that moment in time, I realized: “I think I am, but I am not fully aware of the extent or depth of that emotion.”
My reply was, shrinking away from further questioning: “Of course, a little bit.” But the truth is, I really don’t know, and do I really want to explore that area?
In my med school and I’m sure in almost all the med schools out there, students aren’t trained or at least informed of how to handle the emotional and psychological effects of patients’ questioning, pestering, pleading, and worse suffering and death itself. WE all were just thrown into the proverbial lion’s den and fend for ourselves for whatever physical and psychoemotional asteriods that come into our direction.
Sure there are also psychiatrists, but honestly, how can they treat fellow collegues esp if they themselves suffer the same affliction. And how can you “stay unattached” as much as possible? Only robots and reptilian-based creatures can do that, being cold and steady without emotions.
What will keep the doctors sane after long years of practice?