When Breath Becomes Air, by Paul Kalanithi

This book was actually a recommendation from a friend over a year ago, and I had always been interested in the perspective that was offered (Paul was a doctor and a patient). Essentially, the biography is of a neurosurgical resident nearing graduation, who is then stricken by terminal late-stage lung cancer. As the roles were cruelly switched, it was evident how unusual the transition would be. One passage states that Dr. Kalanithi was given the same room for his diagnosis that he once prescribed treatments for and explained surgeries and complications in. I took away many lessons from these heartbreaking passages.

I related a lot of Dr. Kalanithi’s childhood, with the drive to read and learn, and ultimately grow. The ambition and the strength of his youth resonated with me. Which made this a tough read. A really tough read.

Man, this book was tough to read.

  1. Doctors are not immune to the maladies that plague patients. It’s always a question at the back of everyone’s mind. Why don’t doctors get sick? Well, they do. They’re people too.
  2. The choice to have a child as death is approaching is a difficult decision, but Dr. Kalanithi says that until he is dead, he is still living. That was sound rationale for having a child for them, and sound for me.
  3. This career isn’t what half my peers are anticipating. It’s too grueling to be a “job”. Indeed, the obstacles to being a doctor are not there to deter you; they’re necessary. You really really have to be committed. I still am.
  4. Perhaps the most poignant lesson: a doctor’s job shouldn’t just be about extending life, but making life worth living and having discussions about that. Dr. Kalanithi calls himself an Ambassador for Death.
  5. Have a life outside of medicine, or it will consume you, as it did Kalanithi’s friend.

I had previously read that extending life is important, while also making sure that the patient’s desires are heard. There’s a fine balance there that’s quite difficult to achieve, especially if communication is impaired (from damage to critical speech and understanding areas in the brain).

In the first book I had read, it was mentioned that being honest with the patient was ideal, but this book incorporates another layer to that mentality: it talks about subverting the key words that scare people. At one point in my life, to make some money over the summer, I sold CutCo knives (terrible decision), and what stands out to me is the fact that when selling knives, you don’t say “One-thousand, two-hundred twelve dollars”, you just say “twelve-twelve”. Almost casually. This reminded me of that. Instead of using the term “brain cancer”, you just say “a mass found in the head”. In this way, you are being honest with them. In addition, giving broad ranges for survival is important, as it is honest but also lends hope.

Another huge lesson to me was how to face death itself, and how to tell patients about it. Dr. Kalanithi says that most people say that they would confront death with bravado, or extreme sadness. Kalanithi’s way was very honest, and he tried to keep his life very normal. While it is admirable, it is not the way I would approach it. While I would never be so confident as to say that I would beat cancer, I would certainly approach it like a fight, because that’s the only way I know how. I don’t back down, and I won’t in the face of death either. People will all have very individual responses, and my lesson learned from shadowing is that it’s important to treat everyone the same so you don’t let internal biases get in the way. That’s something I will have to consider when dealing with patients, assuming that I even make it to that stage.

(Fun fact: Brave New World was referenced in this book! Heck Yes!)

 

 

Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley

At the behest of one of my high school English teachers, who has become a great friend, I began reading Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World. I was warned that this was going to be a strange book, and it most definitely was. The story followed a “defective” human born into dystopian England, where everything is highly controlled and individuality is crushed for the greater good. True emotions don’t exist, and so this human, named Bernard, finds it increasingly difficult to feel at home in society. Rampant sexual promiscuity and immense conditioning mean that people are almost always satisfied, even if artificially. Eventually, Bernard brings back a “savage” from New Mexico after vacation there, who proceeds to disrupt the order after increasing alienation. This tension culminates in his suicide, as his individuality and his restraints against merging into the crowd of uniformity both break down, breaking him down in the process.

What is interesting is that this shatters the archetypal antagonist role, as the World Controller responsible for this dystopia is revealed to be a sympathetic, yet unyielding personality. He is accepting, even encouraging of science, and believes in God. However, discussion of both of these topics is quashed for the sake of universal contentment, as he believes that these concepts cause passion, which results in instability and the degradation of the orderly society. As the introduction put it, it would introduce entropy into a system with none of it.

Another interesting concept that I’ve been taught to look for in high school is the concept of complexity, where binary opposites are broken down. Here, the savage brought over from New Mexico happens to be the son of a key figurehead in this dystopia, indicating that the lines between “civilization” and “savagery” are not so taut. In addition, this savage, named John, is in quite the dilemma. Although he was physically roughhoused in “savage” New Mexico, retention of his individuality and the ability to access books enabled him to feel comfortable where others wouldn’t expect it. While he was admired (superficially) in London, and his physical being was never compromised (by the people around him, of course), he couldn’t stand the inability to access knowledge, and the deprivation of the right to experience real emotions. In this civilized society, he feels especially out of place, and less than comfortable. This further blurs the lines, and also reinforces a concept I’ve learned from my urban planning course, and my experiences with a resilient grandmother in India: that what Westerners universally believe to be paradise and ideal isn’t necessary or desirable for other parts of the world.

A huge part of the repression stems from access to soma, a hallucinogenic drug that sends the users into a perpetual state of satisfaction and bliss. This drug is distributed as currency and used for leisure, and also serves as an antidepressant in low doses. As such, it serves to tame the more aggressive impulses of humans (which already have been suppressed at the embryonic stage), and it largely responsible for the uniformity and low levels of rebelliousness found in society. The drug mimics a modern-day epidemic, such as those with opioids, as addictions build and withdrawal seems to be incredibly difficult. The concept of suppressing a mass with this kind of drug is reminiscent of the introduction of crack and other such drugs into Chicago and other cities, almost as a way of quelling resistance from those communities and ensuring that improving socioeconomic status is halted. In this way, while this book was meant to reflect the society of the 1940’s, it reflects problems that we see today, as Huxley was known to incorporate ideas of the time (such as Ford’s recently established transcontinental factories, and the Mullerian discovery of cancer-inducing X-rays) into his novels for impact. This book was incredibly strange, and did not leave me with a sense of satisfaction. However, it presented a vast set of ideas that have left me much to reflect on, and whether happiness is truly better than overcoming tragedy in places that cannot afford to deal with hardships as of yet.

The Emperor of All Maladies, by Siddhartha Mukherjee

My previous book review talked about medical ethics in a fictional case. It introduced me to the question of whether orthodoxy is something that can be adhered to when it seems to be on the sure path to failure. This book brought up some more of those issues, and while it solidified some of my convictions, it cast others into doubt…

The novel I read was The Emperor of All Maladies, by Siddhartha Mukherjee, and it essentially is boiled down to a brief history of cancer. Cancer has always occupied a very strange place in my life. I never knew my grandfather because of it (more on this later), I lost a cherished great-uncle because of it, and have seen it affect people all around me. Because of the ubiquitous nature of cancer, I relegated it to the status quo, and never paused to think about what happened in the background, or what the history was.

Admittedly, I was skeptical of cancer research prior to reading this book. I knew millions went into research, I volunteered at the James Cancer Hospital, and I never saw a decline in the number of patients, or any definitive proof that this was working. If you’ve seen Interstellar, you can relate to this notion of a false hope. The thought of seeing so many people be so cheerful for Buckeyethon, only to realize that money may sink into ordinary pipet tips, salaries, and nothing of guaranteed significance was a disgusting thought for me.

This book gave me a new perspective on cancer research. I realized that we while we aren’t churning out immediate cures, we are still relatively infantile in this combat. In that way, our progress has been astounding. However, even these basic concepts are double-edged swords. The fact that there is so much yet to learn means that claims that the cure for cancer is near are not only false, but morally wrong. In addition, the progress that I claimed as astounding has come at the cost of thousands of human and animal lives. The book told me how many failed trials occurred, how many people died or had their lives compromised from poor treatments. Galen’s theory of black bile set progress back hundreds of years, while Halsted’s radical mastectomy left women left devoid of breasts and other critical body parts. The concept of multidrug chemotherapy that pushed the body to its limits is especially daunting, as that’s what I realized killed my grandfather.

When I was very young, I never understood what it meant to go to my grandparent’s house. This was because my grandmother refused to leave India, and my grandfather had passed away. I asked my mother what happened, why he wasn’t with us. She told me a lot of dubious information that I may have been able to reconcile with this book.

Essentially, my grandfather was a civil engineer, working on structures and dams. He was exposed to the burning Indian sun for long periods of time, along with poor working conditions at the sites that he had to visit. He also had enemies because of the wealth he acquired, and was once poisoned by a competitor with some unknown substance. Eventually, he was diagnosed with a “blood cancer” that claimed his life quickly. He was administered to one of the best hospitals in India (one of the most Western), yet died because “he was given the wrong drug”.

This concept was the birth of a hatred for India. I was Indian, but throughout my life, had never felt the source of pride that one does with nationality. After all, how could someone claim that India is advanced when it “administers the wrong drug”? This permeated into every aspect of my life, from my interactions with native people (initially with a spiteful tone) along with a rejection of my own culture. I hated every aspect of it. Relatively recently, I forgave the hospital and forgave those who I had wrongfully blamed, but I didn’t realize that they had just committed the crime that was already present in “idealized” Western culture: multidrug chemotherapy, the agents that pushed my once stern grandfather to the limit. The agents that were used at this Westernized hospital as the pinnacle of cancer therapy. The untested multidrug chemotherapy that was proven to be only occasionally helpful, and often hastily administered. This book let me recognize one of the biggest mysteries of my life by informing me of the history, and letting me probe into and realize what actually had happened.

Medical ethics are again brought up, but this time in a more deeply personal manner. It seems to always whittle down to “orthodoxy” vs “unorthodoxy”, but now it gets deeper. It deals with large institutions vs small institutions, and, if I am to reference my previous review, big business vs the morally sound few. The novel brings up a few prominent cases where my beliefs were called into question. I had believed that big institutions and regulations were necessary, especially after incidents of fraud, along with horribly conducted and unauthorized trials. But eventually, the Herceptin fiasco with Genentech, and the FDA’s refusal to approve Herceptin for general use because of its “experimental” label, told me that sometimes too much institutional involvement can stall some really important treatment options.

In addition, the focus was brought up by Dr. Mukherjee that the extension of life needs to be considered, as opposed to the elimination of death. The focus on humanity and not numbers was referenced in my first review by Dr. Kubler-Ross, and she mentioned that when people died, they often died unhappily. In the olden days, hospice and comfort were emphasized, and now numbers and artificial measures are more important. This could be because of our innate inability to face the concept of death. This is an important concept, because failing to keep humanity in medicine means that frenzied doctors with supposed cures run rampant, and the fate of my grandfather befalls other people.

I would like to close off with some thoughts about the James again. Dr. Mukherjee mentioned that it’s unlikely that cancer will ever be cured. This is something I had believed as well. When thinking on this concept, and reflecting upon the James, one cannot help but believe that the James and everything it stands for is a massive monument of failure. A monument of humanity’s futile attempt to stave off death, and the countless resources poured in vain. This is quite the depressing thought, and brings to mind the history of cancer research, where false hope was circulated only for everything to come crashing down. Why is the James different?

Dr. Mukherjee explains that we can redefine victory as extending lifetimes to the norm. A cancer patient living as long as a healthy individual would be a way to define victory. In that sense, all that needs to be changed is the rhetoric. Instead of claiming to cure cancer, we must focus on outliving it, tending to it, and using the James to increase length of life. If we do that, I do believe things will turn out all right.

 

The Citadel, by AJ Cronin

Before I begin discussion about this novel, The Citadel, I would like to introduce how I even thought to do this. I was meandering through Snapchat when I stumbled upon The Met Gala. I was fascinated by the outfits people were wearing, and strictly for comedic purposes, I began looking through. Well, the videos showed a picture of a Donatella Versace, and then it dawned on me that these designer brands were family businesses (a little late to realize this obvious concept, but hey, better late than never). I googled Versace, and naturally the rivalry with Giorgio Armani came up. I then read about Armani, and found out that he almost became a doctor because of this book. Indeed, this book is seen as the impetus for the National Health Service in Britain. Already, there are two monumental impacts as a result of this one novel. Armani may never have been a fashion mogul, and Britain’s healthcare would be in total shambles (The NHS is already struggling a bit, but at least it exists). So, I decided to read this book.

The novel follows the tale of Andrew Manson, a fresh-faced doctor from Scotland, who arrives in a Welsh mining town in order to pay off his loans. He initially begins work as an assistant, and earns a meager salary. However, this is good enough for him, and he works diligently and dutifully for the townspeople.

SPOILERS AHEAD, DO NOT READ ON IF YOU INTEND TO READ THIS BOOK

Manson is a fairly hot-blooded individual, and throughout his time in the Welsh town, he begins to question everything he ever learned in medical school, and its applicability. He even uses dynamite to blow up an unhealthy sewer because he’s realized that it is the source of the typhoid epidemic in his town (which is completely illegal, but ends up working).

I was hooked at this point, because I can relate to Manson. Getting good grades in high school and college did not immediately transfer to job skills. I struggled in the research lab at the beginning, and to be honest, am still finding it difficult to be a good researcher. It’s part of a learning curve, but the feeling of ineptitude is something we share. Manson, however, always make the moral decision, and is a strong advocate for honest medical practices and fairness. This is in stark contrast with other people in the profession, who are either corrupt or outdated, and therefore dangerous. Adhering to his ideals is difficult for Manson as the book continues. Being a good person often means that he makes less money than other people who lie in order to get more medical visits. While that isn’t a concern for me, what did shock me was that Manson’s attempt to expose the system brought him many enemies who tried to dispose him from the profession.

While part of my decision to choose the medical profession stems from financial stability, it is only in the sense that I want a job that is respected, and therefore, constantly in demand. I’ve seen what unemployment has done, even to my immediate family, and the shifting jobs and constant change can cause extraordinary stress that I wish to avoid. I only wish for stability of job, and something that is not easily replaced. The fact that honest practices earn less money isn’t the concern for me, because that’s fine so long as the job is stable. What concerns me is the threat to his employment. Another concern is the fact that unorthodox and illegal treatments (illegal because they are not approved yet, as opposed to having detrimental effect or no merit) results in the doctor being ostracized, even if it works.

The issue of doing something that is legal but won’t work, as opposed to illegality that works is something I still have to tussle with. Without a doubt, this is a case-by-case situation, but this is the eternal question applied to the medical profession: do the ends justify the means? I have yet to come up with an answer, and in the novel (no doubt for literary purposes), Andrew comes out of his court hearing for illegal but effective actions as innocent. However, in today’s society, no such guarantee exists, and therefore I will have to ask practitioners about how they do such things.

This was a highly enjoyable book to kick of the 2018 summer, and I hope to add many more concepts to help shape my view of medicine.

 

My Summer 2018

This summer, I made it a goal to improve myself  as a well-rounded person. As such, I began taking an Edx Online Class in Urban Planning. I’ve learned several interesting bits of information, and a few stood out to me and made me think about what I was doing:

  1. The heterogeneity of slums within the same city. The first step towards global awareness is the realization that others don’t have it as well as you do. My mistake, prior to taking this class, was believing that this was the only necessary realization. I learned from this class that others don’t have it as well as you do in different ways from each other and different from what you anticipated. For example, one of the modules mentioned that two slums in a city, one in the inner city and another near the outside, may respond differently and have different kinds of poverty. In the inner slums, where migrants stay and leave, and where jobs and opportunity are, social networks are weak (because everyone needs to be cut-throat and people are leaving all the time). This amounts to a social poverty. In outer slums, people are even worse off due to distance from jobs and opportunities, but thrive on social connections with each other to maintain an adequate standard of living.
  2. The concept of diversity. When I was writing my essay for Morrill Scholars in during my senior year, I related the ethnic diversity that I experienced growing up where I did. I was surprised when I did not get the Scholarship, because the ethnic diversity in my school had shaped me, and the fact that I couldn’t relay that meant a flaw on my part. I knew there were different kinds of diversity at that time, but I chose to focus on ethnic diversity. I learned from this course that even the simple act of ignoring other kinds of diversity can have far-reaching ramifications. For example, in Toronto, the idea of diversity is lauded and praised. However, this is strictly with regards to “economic-boosting” diversity. There are people who suffer from mental disabilities, or people without homes who can be factored into the diversity argument in terms of socioeconomic diversity, yet because they are seen as a burden to the city, they are often found on the outskirts, away from the mainstream, and are ignored in favor of “ethnic diversity”.
  3. It’s important not to become a victim of the fleeting nature of news stories. There was a time period where Syrian refugees settling in other countries was the focus of the news. However, that isn’t covered as much despite the persistence of the problem. This course introduced as a model the Za’atari camp in Jordan, which formed as a result of the Syrian exodus, yet is now growing into a permanent settlement. Had I been asked prior to this course, but still recently, about how living conditions were in this camp, I would have presumed tents and rations. However, these tents have been converted to cabins over the last few years, and a happier life seems to have been attained beyond mere rations. Referencing the first point, it’s not enough to recognize that the world is complex. It’s essential to dig into the “nitty-gritty” of that complexity, because then you shave off another layer of ignorance.

 

On Death and Dying, by Dr. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

This summer, I began reading a book that gave me a new viewpoint on the medical profession. I certainly won’t craft my entire focus around it, but it gave me some interesting perspectives…

On Death and Dying is a book written by a psychiatrist, Dr. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, who recounts the information she has gained through her interactions with terminally ill people and patients. At first she introduces the reader to the familiar side of the profession, with its research and the general humanity found in saving lives, the years of medical school, and the traditional mentality of doctors. However, she also mentions a side most people don’t think about: that prolonging life may not be equivalent to saving it.

She begins by talking about the denial of death that patients felt, resorting to various coping mechanisms when they learn of their impending fate. This denial is not exclusively for the terminally ill, however. Most people feel this way, because the concept of death is inconceivable for the human mind. She also proposes the idea that in common healthcare practices, refusal to acknowledge the patients’ wants and needs is an attempt to dehumanize the situation, resulting in avoidance of facing death. During operations, a patient is treated like a machine, and their comforts and desires are not considered. This absorption of the doctors into the mechanical aspects is an attempt to distract themselves from facing death that is reflected in the patient.

I also learned that fear of death is often associated with fear of being forgotten. This stands in line with what I have learned in evolutionary biology, the concept of existing solely to survive and reproduce. While that remains a heavily simplified version of human existence, it lives at our core. By surviving and reproducing, we ensure that a part of us continues on, and fear of leaving this Earth is mitigated slightly.

http://www.sfgate.com/news/article/Expert-On-Death-Faces-Her-Own-Death-Kubler-Ross-2837216.php

Dr. Kubler-Ross had to face her own death at some point, and did not take it well. However, her own experience with death and dying patients supports her own reaction, and its important for us to realize that. She mentions in this article that she doubted whether her nurses or anyone had seen her life’s work after they treated her in the manner that they did. Well, I wish to take that viewpoint and use her life’s work in my own practice. This book and Dr. Kubler-Ross’ history have shown me a different side of medicine: a side that defies the conventional beliefs of prolonging life, and focuses on the patient’s wellbeing. Hopefully, more people read this book, and take away from it that fear of death can only be overwhelmed by confronting it.

November 20th Update:


For the longest time, I had a paralyzing fear of death. I’ve woken up screaming, and have held a constant fear over my shoulder because of it. Reading this book was an attempt to overcome it, yet the article about Kubler-Ross’s difficulty facing her own death seemed like the ultimate paradox, and may have triggered my panic again. However, on October 2nd, I experienced a revelation…

I was in a dream, and sitting in a semi-large white room with no decorations save for a TV. Around me in the other chairs were the people I had hated most throughout my life. There were about 5 of them, and they were the cruelest people I knew. They were the ones that had bullied me, had tried to put me down, prop themselves up as leaders. These were the popular kids, from which you would expect nothing but happiness and kindness, the figureheads of student government. I burned with hatred, but was interrupted by a door opening and a man walking in with a white lab coat and a mask over his head. He told us we were all sentenced to die, and would do so with lethal injection. So he injected all of us individually and we waited to die. We didn’t know when, but we knew we would. We started watching TV, all the fight drained of us. As the symptoms began to kick in, we started to get cloudy vision, and I looked around at the people with me.

I felt no hatred. I wasn’t thinking of my family, my sister, my life, nothing. Just in that moment. My breathing slowed and became harder, and the pain in my chest grew. I said goodbye to everyone and collapsed, only to wake up in bed. I would like to say that in that dream, I died. And I felt no fear from dying because I had no regrets for anything. That’s when I realized death is only painful when you have regrets. Otherwise, it is about the most peaceful thing there could be. Fear is painful, death with regret is painful, but death itself is not painful.

I overcame my fear of death that day, and I started living my life differently. I still get irritated by the same things, but the fear I once had was lifted in that transformative experience. That was the day I grew up.

 

 

Lessons Learned from Shadowing and Volunteering

In addition to my two “excursions”, I also shadowed and volunteered throughout the summer. I volunteered at the Alzheimer’s Association, and shadowed at the local West Chester Hospital.

During this time, I learned on a physical and emotional level, and the lessons have stuck.

The issue I always faced, being a gung-ho debater, was motivating kids. They would practice tirelessly, but shut down during tournament time. I was a stereotypical “hot-blooded young man” when it came to debate, so getting fired up was never an issue.

However, not everyone worked that way. Especially not my debaters. That stumped me: why wouldn’t they fire up? Most people, if losing a debate, fight back with more vigor. I thought that was what everyone did.

I talked about this with my dad (naturally over a game of ping-pong), and he told me that people are different (obviously), but also that what most people want is not for me to talk to them, but for me to LISTEN TO THEM. I did listen to them, but I never to the extent that they would spit up what it was that bothered them. I was never able to do that with my kids, because by that time I was already in college, but I tried that now…

Shadowing:

Specific Experiences:

Electrocardiology: 10 hours

Pediatric Neurology: 8 hours

Otolaryngology: 5 hours

Knee, Heart, and General Surgery: 8 hours

Free Clinic Shadowing: 8 hours

Cumulative: 39 hours

Main List:

  • Cliche, I know, but professionalism applies here. I wanted to get close with the patients, to understand their problems, but that isn’t my job. My job is to leave myself out of it. Granted I will be compassionate, but if I even slip with the professionalism, a can of worms opens up in the relationship, and I put a pressure on myself where I cannot treat people properly. I must alternate between clinical and medical questions, as I have noticed that this combination gets right to the point while also building rapport. Patients may not be seen for a while (6 month+ gaps in between visits), so it is critical to be attentive and get as much as you can from each visit, so that you can build on relationships even after long absences.
  • Nobody is treated differently, regardless of whether or not they have a doctoral degree or not. I anticipated that when interacting with PhD’s in the field who came in with heart or brain problems, that we could skip some of the explanatory portions of the appointment (assuming they understood what they had). While they may know what they have, there needs to be a uniformity in the way doctors talk to their patients, and there is. They treat everyone the same, and it makes things less complicated. As such, I will do the same.
  • In outpatient (where I’ve shadowed a neurologist for a week, and this cardiologist for a week), I learned that there tend to be commonalities between every patient, or rather drugs/diseases that appear every time (from my time, it’s been Keppra for epilepsy, and Coumadin, Toprol, Lisinopril, and Omeprazole for the heart). Of course, specifics depend on the specialty, but no doubt there appears to be a lean towards certain medications.
  • Medicine here seems to be more reactive as opposed to proactive. It’s disheartening, even though we are doing the right thing. Far fewer patients need to be here. In addition, the answer to less-than-effective medication is seemingly more aggressive medication. However, good lifestyle choices need to be emphasized and encouraged as the only ways in which medication can be effective, or else no change will occur.
  • The schedule defies the typical workweek, as generally it involves a lot of choice (again, just a conclusion from what I’ve seen). However, the hours are busy and generally exhausting, though not in a bad way. Communication with the nurses and the staff is of vital importance, and notes cannot get backed up, even if that means a bit of a delay for patients.
  • Keeping updated with software is pivotal. This is a constantly changing field. Failure to do so can result in either dependency or inadequacy, neither of which are acceptable. This isn’t something most people think about when trying to become doctors, but something they realize they have to do afterwards. As my PI said once, “That which we are not, we become”.

Where I learned emotionally:

I was in with a patient who was rather large and struggling to breathe because of weight. Some heart tissue had died, and thus a permanent decrease in functionality had resulted, resulting in a shortness of breath. This was especially frustrating for the patient, who was not comforted by the alternative therapies option (transplant). The medication was frustrating the patient, who didn’t want to continue it even though it was the only option. This, coupled with some miscommunication from the patient’s primary care physician, resulted in much angst directed at the cardiologist and the staff despite no culpability. The cardiologist and the staff handled this completely unreasonable situation professionally, and the problem was resolved.

That brought me back to what my father said: that people aren’t mad at you, but are simply venting their frustrations onto you. You have no right to snap back.

I was already a patient individual but that’s when it all clicked.

Later on, in the Solid Tumor Clinic, I was shadowing and was faced with a heartbreaking situation: the diagnosis of cancer. This was to a person struggling with financial times, and now had relapsed. How was the patient going to handle this news? Most people don’t plan for cancer in the first place, and never want to have to plan for it after beating it once. Heck, most people can’t produce around $400 of cash at this very moment in America. The doctor handled this case as tenderly as he could. As in the previous example, he took some verbal abuse, but was incredibly kind and supportive. From this particular instance, I learned another seemingly obvious point that I had never consciously recognized: doctors are beacons of hope, and at any given time need to be at once realistic with yet supportive of the patient. That means portraying yourself as supremely confident in the face of this adversity, and it means that you have to have a game plan ready for the patient to follow treatment-wise, because they will cling onto what you say with their life.

Volunteering:

Alzhiemer’s Association: Full Summer

Rardin Free Clinic: 36 hours

James Cancer Hospital: 62 hours

Main List:

  • The data that a large organization has to deal with is staggering. 40,000 entries and manual editing is a nightmare. More importantly, optimization is not just a want in this sector, it’s a NEED. I’ve researched all about the VA’s technological despair during my debate days, but seeing a situation like it and working in it was really stunning.
  • The planning that goes behind an event, such as a walk, takes a tremendous amount of labor that not many people see, whether that be putting together folders, folding brochures, and transporting large quantities of goods.
  • Most people are unwilling to answer phone calls, or if they do, stay on them for an extended period of time regardless of the call’s purpose. Generally, phone calling is a highly inefficient way of reaching people, and a more efficient route needs to be discovered before the phone calls turn into a time sink that drain people.
  • DO NOT EXPECT EVERYONE to follow your advice, or be diligent about what they are supposed to do, whether this be fulfilling a commitment made, or simply listening to the best mode of action. People are stubborn.
  • Non-profits can be as competitive as your greedy Silicon Valley start-up.

 What I learned and dealt with emotionally:

I was simply performing a routine set of calls to ensure that donors and sponsors were keen on their commitment to support the walk, when I ran into a lady with a unique problem. Both of her parents suffered from some stage of Alzheimer’s, and she and her sister dedicated an immense amount of time to the cause. That wasn’t the struggle. The struggle was when she mentioned that an “undercover” cop showed up at one of her yard sales to raise money for the cause, and began questioning her integrity. This was clearly the man’s fault, yet I was being rebuked for that reason. After over half an hour of abuse, I finally managed to help calm the lady down, because I understood her concern. I then redirected her issues towards my superiors, who successfully dealt with the issue.

While I never impress myself because I have extremely high expectations, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit more mature, as I had followed my father’s advice and stayed calm in the face of so much anger. While I didn’t learn anything distinctly new here, it surely reinforced the concepts I had been taught, and allowed me to grow as a man.

 

 

 

My Summer 2017

So far this summer, I have visited Chicago and Atlanta. While both trips were for events and not necessarily sightseeing, my trip to Chicago gave me an interesting perspective that I’d never seen before on my identity. For that, you need a little context…

I am from Honavar, India. This is a small coastal town in the state of Karnataka in India, and is just miles from the Arabian Sea and the beach. India in general has way too many languages for everyone to count, but the main language of my state is known as Kannada (not to be confused with Canada). The problem I faced growing up is unique from those of others, because I’m not just a minority. I came from a small group of people known as Havyakas, whose dialect is mostly similar to traditional Kannada, but slightly different. Amazingly though, most modern Kannada speakers, not from that group, have difficulty understanding it, and that’s understandable. If you take the sentence “I ate, mom!” and remove the comma, you have a different sentence entirely. Similar issues are encountered during communication between the groups.

What that should indicate is that I’ve become a minority within a minority within another minority.

I’m a minority in America because I am Indian.

A minority among Indians because I speak Kannada.

A minority among Kannada speakers because of my dialect.

It’s like Inception, but with minorities.

As a result, in my school and where I lived, it was very hard to find someone like me, and I was often mocked for my tongue among the Kannada speakers at my school. However, this trip to Chicago introduced me to “my people”, as it was a convention of only Havyaka people. For the first time, I could understand every single person there and talk freely in my tongue without fear. I could listen to quality performances and relate with people who had their name misspelled the same way I did (Hedge instead of Hegde). I felt truly at home among everybody there with regards to communication, which was an unusual feeling because I’m no slouch in the communications department. Friends were made instantly, and tremendous amounts of food were consumed. The experience meant a lot, as now, I do not feel like an endangered species anymore. I feel like I am part of a larger group that can stand together. I left very happy and a changed man, and the sense of community that I felt for the first time in my life will never leave me. I wish to attend again in two years if the MCAT has been taken care of by that time, and am glad that I was able to go to this one.

 

G.O.A.L.S. Update

It would be foolish to assume that everything I intended to do worked out perfectly. Appropriately, these are my updated goals.

Global Awareness: I intend to study abroad in Thailand, or volunteer abroad, as I have already learned a great deal about systems in our culture. I wish to learn more about how this works in other countries. I do have many experiences in India, as I was born there and have visited numerous times. However, Europe, Africa, Eastern Asia, along with South America continue to evade my grasp and my understanding.

Original Inquiry: I will continue to work in the Riffe Building under my PI focusing on RubisCO research. My goal is to work on my own project, with the intention of going to the Denman Undergraduate Research Forum and presenting there. I am also shadowing a cardiologist and neurologist, and hope to shadow an Infectious Disease Specialist soon.

Academic Enrichment: I will continue to push towards my goals, and will take rigorous coursework primarily in the Honors category to provide me with the maximum possible education I can achieve.

Leadership Development: My freshman year, I was in the AAA Leadership Development Program, and ran my own event with over 200 people known as Spring Olympics. I was in charge of organizing the event with the gym, obtaining supplies and trophies, renting the space, and ensuring that everything ran smoothly even when it did not.  This year, I am currently an AOSCH Chair on the Mirrors Sophomore Honorary, in addition to being Advocacy Co-Chair in the Asian American Association Executive Board. I wish to use these positions to influence the actions of these organizations and help them focus on the right path, as both roles possess great flexibility that allows for me to dictate where and what to do from this point on.

Service Engagement: I currently volunteer at the Rardin Free Clinic and James Cancer Hospital during the academic year, and at the Alzheimer’s Association during the summer, primarily working with data entry. In addition to this, I coach speech to children on Tuesdays and Thursdays over the summer, in addition to directly mentoring my novices in debate on the Speech and Debate Team.