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Caring for Caregivers

Surgeons, as well as other caregivers, work day and night near the scalpel-edge of life and death. When a patient dies, feelings of anger and guilt may descend on these caregivers. How can we help healers heal when their hearts have been broken? The temptation for many is to try and "fix" the grief and anger. Yet healing requires that we first be present to the caregiver’s pain.

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A Surgeon’s Anger*

The mouth of the garage swallows me… 

& I remember I don’t remember the drive home from the hospital along a path I’ve beaten senseless in twenty years of travel.

Shards of anger penetrate, aggravate, prickle the way fiberglass tortures skin if touched bare-handed.

I must hide in the garage, let time transform me to the husband/father who loves wife/children sitting innocent in the home I bought for their comfort/mine & I’m bleeding-breathing/crying anger-knotted – as if the embolus that killed my patient stole my breath as well.

I bleed for the family behind me that I couldn’t comfort, for the crying friend I hurried by pretending to rush to another surgery (my face masked like a thief.) But I had no more cases and I know my last patient no longer needs me. Dead men need no doctors & I boil with grief, bereft at how this man I cared for left this world.

The indifferent garage hears the heated engine tick-snap. Tears cool slow as rain. I repeat: “My patient no longer needs me. My patient no longer needs me. My patient no longer has any needs…”

I let go of the steering wheel. To let. To let go & oh…Why pour my anger others? I reason, as I feel another scar form on my soul’s skin.

Inside, wife wants husband, children need father. Inside, I need the patience God has. Inside, I need the God my patient has.

    

*Note: I imagined this prose poem based on thirty years of listening to physicians and other caregivers share the pain, anger and grief they feel when a patient they thought would survive, suddenly dies.

Doctors, nurses – anyone close to saving life, know the risks involved in their work. Meditations, to be meaningful, need to recognize the brutal edges of life as well as her soft curves and sunny meadows. When their hearts are open, caregivers may feel not only heartache but, often, a sense of guilt after the death of a patient. These painful feelings may cause hearts to close and the delicate balance of compassion and competence to be lost.

The Baptist Healing Trust, under the guidance of Keith Hagan, M.D. and with the help of Drs. Roy Elam, Cheryl Fassler, and Liz Krueger, have formed an initiative called Caring for the Caregiver. In this work, physicians meet to share the experience of their practice in the hope that this sharing will, in and of itself, bring balance and healing. Their work rests in part on the wise teaching of Rachel Remen, M.D. For more information, contact us.

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8 responses to “Caring for Angry Caregivers”

  1. Natalie Sellers Avatar

    I enjoyed your poem, A Surgeon’s Anger. It illuminated for me that when we strip away our titles, social position, academic achievements, and material possessions the thing that is left is our humanity.
    When the gap of self interests is bridged with humanity everyone wins…physician practices will thrive, hospitals will operate efficiently and effectively, and patients receive excellent loving care.
    Natalie
    PMC, Titusville, FL

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  2. Allan Miller, M.D. Avatar
    Allan Miller, M.D.

    This is a remarkable reflection on anger and the way it burns holes in the hearts of caring doctors. I’m surprised a non-surgeon was able to get in touch with the feelings we surgeons feel when a patient dies. I hope there can be more dialogue about this. I wish more energy was focused on Promoting Respect and less on the catch phrase of the day: Anger Management.
    Sincerely,
    Allan Miller, M.D.

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  3. Jack Martin, M.D. Avatar
    Jack Martin, M.D.

    It’s difficult for any non-surgeon to understand the challenges and frustrations of the operating room. However, I think you have captured the subject well in your brief piece.
    What surgeons need is more compassion – for themselves, as well as from others.
    Jack Martin, M.D.
    Philadelphia

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  4. Jean Reese, LSW Avatar
    Jean Reese, LSW

    I often wonder how to help my clients with their anger. I don’t know if this will help or not, but I plan to share this with a few colleagues to see if it can serve as a catalyst for healing dialogue.
    Sincerely,
    Jean Reese, LSW

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  5. liz Wessel RN, MS SJHS Home Health Network Avatar
    liz Wessel RN, MS SJHS Home Health Network

    Wow… Erie, in this poignant heart wrenching prose I think you have truly struck a deep chord with physicians. For too long doctors have learned to stuff their feelings, be tough, and just move on to the next case. No time to grieve, or express emotions. The door you have opened is yearning to be heard. Compassion for our physicians, is a necessary first step in beginning the healing process.

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  6. Brian Wong, M.D. Avatar
    Brian Wong, M.D.

    This poem is magnificent in its power and insight. It gets at the “ground truth” of a physician’s darkest moment, the death of one of our own patients. That it was written by a non-physician reveals not only its sensitivity and eloquence, but also the ultimate irony faced by all physicians almost every day: an insidious, pervasive irony that reflects the culture of our profession today; an implicit culture emphasizing the science of medicine and attendant traits of rugged individualism, heroic effort, self-denial, and technical expertise over the art of medicine and its attendant traits of humanity, compassion, respect, engagement and the simple act of “attending” to our patients.
    How sad it was that this [prototypical] physician was only able to confront his humanity in the sanctity of his own garage, not only out of view of patients, family members and friends, but their very own loved ones as well. How ironic that these most human of traits are so successfully stifled, day in and day out, by so many physicians, who identify all too well with the physician in the poem. Isn’t it curious, that what our patients want most from physicians is, in fact, our humanity? Our patients are practically shouting, “Show me you care, listen to me, treat me with respect, give it to me straight, tell me the truth, explain things to me in plain English, don’t be in such a hurry, will I be in pain, will I be alone, will you be there for me?” None of these require the surgeon’s skill so much as they require the healer’s presence. We mistake curing for caring and forget that even when “nothing more can be done”, one can still be healed.
    Yet for some reason, we continue to mask our humanity, and choose to hide behind our logic, our expertise, our busy-ness. We compound that by allowing ourselves to suffer in silence, risking greater isolation, desperation and a profound sense of futility. All in the misplaced belief that to do otherwise exposes us to even greater risks: the loss of face, the loss of professionalism, the loss of respect from our colleagues/patients/family members, the loss of privileges, or the loss of a malpractice suit. Nothing could be further from the truth. This is the ultimate irony: that the path to compassionate, quality care, lies in our ability to display our humanity, not suppress it. The future of our noble profession depends on this.
    Brian Wong, M.D.
    Seattle

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  7. Jan Keeling Avatar

    This is a shockingly beautiful poem. It deepens my understanding of my brother (a surgeon).

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  8. Erie Chapman Avatar
    Erie Chapman

    To Jan,
    Thanks so much for your kind appreciation of the poem. Whether we’re doctors or not, we can appreciate how self-anger grabs hold of us when we feel we’ve let someone down.
    Erie

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