Im Vaterland mit Fahrrad

September 2nd, 2010

It was time to go to Germany, and discover the world of bicycle riding in Europe. Dr. Peter Tate was to meet me in Berlin with his bicycle, and I was bringing my Novara Element with the intention of leaving the bicycle with Onkel Herbert. Daughter Diane was able to get away from work and go with us, and she seemed content to take care of herself when Peter and I were out riding. Our plan was for a Blitzreise, spending three days in Berlin, three days in Leipzig with Herr Doktor Kretschmar, and three days in Krefeld with der berühmte Herr Doktor Feucht. Diane left us after Berlin to go see a friend in Frankfurt, and we met again in Krefeld. The trip included much learning about how to survive with a bicycle. It was especially the case with learning how to travel on public transportation with a bicycle, like riding the Bahn. Once arriving in Berlin, the first order of attention was to assembling the bicycle, and then to going out to get some Döner. We were able to take Peter on a walk around Berlin in order to show him the main sites, like the Bandenburger Tor.

21 AUG 20 km ride around Berlin– riding a bicycle around Berlin was easier than expected. Bicycles need to observe the same rules as cars, though they usually have special bicycle paths for bicycles. The rest of the day was spent taking a long walk with all three of us together and Diane as Stadtführerin.

22 AUG 108 km ride to Potsdam from Berlin, with bypass to see Sans Soucci and to loop around several lakes in the Potsdam area. This was a long ride, and the weather was perfect. On this trip, we learned how confusing it could be to try to find your way around, and we often went in circles. Streets are not often clearly marked, and they frequently change name for no good reason. To make matters worse, I was depending on a gps card for my Garmin Edge that would give me streets in Europe. The gps unit refused to accept the card, and so was left without a reasonable means of orientation and poor maps. I couldn’t have been more upset. Needless to say, the ride was awesome, and the palaces around Sans Soucci were overwhelming in their size and grandeur.

24 AUG Dresden. 4:30, 81 km3500 cal, 120 m– Peter and I arrived in Leipzig on 23AUG, and was picked up at the Hauptbahnhof by Dr. Kretschmar, whom I met last year while in Cameroon. He arranged for us to stay at a Ferienwohnhausrun by one of his friends. We were able to meet his parents and to have supper with them. The home-made sauerkraut was awesome. They also took us on a quick tour of Leipzig. On 24 AUG, Karsten, Peter and I were able to take off on our bicycles to the Elberadweg. We drove about 1 hour to our planned start, and off we went. The route was unbelieveably well cared for, and many people were on the road. It was fascinating to see a very large number of quite elderly people out riding their bicycles. We passed through the towns of Meißen, where the famous porcelain comes from, Dresden, and on. As we rode up stream, the canyon walls got steeper, and more impressive. There were multiple castles and elegant palaces along the way…. Nothing like one would ever see in the US. We then stayed in a very large Herberge, which looked like an old castle with a Turm, and nestled on the side of the canyon wall.

Peter and Carsten

Meißen

Peter in Dresden

Frauenkirche

Semper Oper

Our hostel was the upper right white “castle”

25 AUG. Konigstein to Neuhirschstein 90.6 km 5:17  3593 cal, 215 m ascent– the next day, we first rode 10 km up the Elbe to Konigstein, making a fairly steep climb up to the largest fortress (Festungen) in all of Europe. It was overwhelming. The trip back along the Elbe attempted further variations in order to see different things. At the end of the trip, it was very sad for me to have to say goodbye to Carsten, as I really appreciated seeing him and family again. I’ll definitely want to see him again in Cameroon, as well as spend time with him again in Deutschland.

Königstein

Königstein

Summer palace in Dresden

End of the ride in Hirschstein

26-27 AUG — we took the Bahn from Leipzig to Krefeld, and then rode our bicycles from the Krefeld Hauptbahnhof to Herbert’s Haus. The next day, Diane, Peter and I rode the regional transport to Düsseldof. We also spent much time looking for a bicycle box in order to sent Peter’s bibcyle back to the US on the airplane with him. We finally found a box for him at the Rückenwind bicycle shop.

28 AUG Krefeld to Ossenberg and back.   5:42,  100.7 km     3673 cal, 127 m ascent. Today, Peter and I took off on our bicycles to ride up the Rhein. The bicycle path was reasonably well marked, but the road was not in nearly as good of shape as the route along the Elbe. Also, since we were in the  Ruhrgebiet, we saw a huge number of very large factories. At the end, the weather got us, and we were caught in a squall. Peter wanted to stop for a beer, but I just wanted a warm shower and dry clothes.

It’s been hard saying goodbye again to so many friends. Carsten, Herbert, Katja and Hannes and Peter. Having left a bicycle with panniers at Herberts Haus, I now have no excuse not to return to Deutschland for another ride. I’ll either do the upper Rhein, the Schwarzwald, or perhaps something over in the Franken/Spessart area, heading to Prague. Hopefully, the next trip might be a little longer, and focused on just one region, to prevent spending a lot of time just getting from one place to another.

Telling God how He did it

August 15th, 2010

Brother Dennis opened up some thought processes when he made some comments regarding a book that I reviewed by Dempski called The End of Christianity. In particular, he comments on God sticking His fingers into the process of Creation/Evolution by saying “This is a key issue between intelligent-design theorists and evolutionary creationists. Why God should have to tinker with the creation after he establishes the laws of the universe along with initial conditions is unclear. Has he not gotten it right from the start?”.

Simultaneous with Dennis’ comments, I receive an e-mail from NH, a physician and Christian thinker whom I respect dearly. His note is as follows…

“I would commend to you a careful reading of these two items:

http://www.modernreformation.org/default.php?page=articledisplay&var1=ArtRead&var2=1137&var3=issuedisplay&var4=IssRead&var5=112

in which 8 geologists appeal to the PCA to accept the “old earth view.”  It is a pitiful piece when looked at from a theological perspective, and actually quite poor from a scientific perspective (the analogies in particular are often invalid). Hopefully when you read it you will anticipate the arguments made in this point-by-point rebuttal by another geologist:

http://www.reasonablehope.com/node/117

Both the links are worth reading, the second article being a rebuttal of the first. You may determine for yourself the strength of his rebuttal, though I consider it as standard classical argument of young-earthers.  Clearly, NH is a 7-literal day creationist. I am very reluctant to trash either Dennis’ or NH’s comments, yet offer a slightly different approach.  The first difficulty is in creating a discussion. The 7-day creationist (if you wish, young-earth folk) consider their stand as a litmus-test of orthodoxy, and any disagreement is considered either an inability of believe the Scriptures or inability to hold Scripture as the infallible word of God. The old-earthers look at disdain at young-earthers as somewhat scientifically naive and guilty of the sins that possesses many medieval theologians that fought against Kepler and Galileo. Neither side is right.

I proffer several foundational statements.

1. The word “day” in Genesis 1-3 does not necessarily denote 24 hour spans. This argument is ably developed by both Hebrew scholars and biblical scholars that look at the use of the word “day” throughout Scripture.

2. The genre of Genesis 1-3 is neither strictly poetic nor strictly literal-historical. Those who develop the construct of Genesis 1 as simply being an apologetic against the Egyptian gods are wrong, though an apologetic is implied by the structure of how Moses constructs Gen. 1. Nor does it utilize language and terms that suggest an accurate detailed historical approach to creation.

3. The implication that God commands events to happen in each of the days of creation suggest a divine interference on a “daily” basis. Dennis’ comments, of which I’ve heard many times before, suggests that there is a “anthropomorphism” in the very substance of the atomic structure of the universe, that demanded that this is the sort of universe only that could have come out of the “big bang”. This seems to lean dangerously to Deism, if not Animism, whereby Nature itself is offered the source of personality, and that the universe, once wound up, can take care of itself.

Thus, there remain a few questions of relevance…

1. What is the level of involvement of God in the process of creation/evolution? At what stage, or, at what time in history, did God decide to cease active interventional work in the universe outside of the laws of nature, and thus work through the “laws of the universe” in his actions in the world, including his miracles as described in Scripture? This is simply an unanswerable question. Scriptures give us no clues, and science could never answer such questions.

2. Is it morally deceptive of God to create things that are aged? To what extent would he have done that? In my opinion, it is neither right nor proper to ask such questions.

3. Do the questions of creation/evolution really need to recruit discussions of a universal flood? Are these not ultimately separate questions?

4. Can we ultimately claim an exegetical basis for establishing the genre-type of Gen 1-3? I bring this up, because young earthers wail long and hard about the abandonment of a strictly literal interpretation of the Scripture. Yet, John Gerstner, in Wrongly Dividing the Word of Truth, waxes long and hard against dispensationalists who force literal interpretations when the genre doesn’t permit a literal interpretation.

My own personal stance leaves me neither a strictly young nor old earth creationist. I feel that we assume too much when we attempt to engage in the creation argument. I feel that discussions have not allowed for a plastic middle position, and focused on how far from that middle one needs to go before one falls off the edge. It could happen both ways. I feel that Dempski falls off the edge, when he removes God from the much of the processes of creation. Morris from the Creation Research Institute falls off the other edge by pushing his agenda so hard he simply does poor science. It would be better for Morris to simply be a fideist than an apologist. Yet, I also accept that much of science will eventually be proven wrong, that our standard tools such as carbon dating will be replaced, and that new paradigms will replace old. Like Hugh Ross, and others of the conservative old-earth school, I see how we may use science as an apologetic for a Christian worldview, even though the science may evolve with time. As an example, the red-shift observation in the stars led to the “big-bang” theory, which is entirely consistent with Christian thinking that there was a time when the universe was not, and then came instantly (almost) into being. The intelligent design argument wonderfully argues against a laissez-faire universe explained entirely by random events. God clearly interfered with natural processes at all stages throughout the development of this world, though we will never know the balance of interference/natural process nor the speed/acceleration by which he had natural processes occur. To me, the arguments sit around trying to tell God how He did things. I’m sure He’s not so amused at our undertakings.

Since we are on the topic of God interfering with nature, there is one more thing that bothers me. I just wish to know why Jesus didn’t turn the water into beer rather than wine.

Bangladesh 2010

July 4th, 2010

07JUN2010 I’m currently sitting in the airport at Muscat, Oman. It is a very nice airport, and thankfully, all have been very helpful to me. I discovered only a few days before leaving that CheapOAir changed my reservations such that I was left with a 28 hour layover in Muscat, the thing that I dreaded most, being stuck in an airport for lengthy periods of time. There was no way that I could correct matters, though there was a glimmer of hope yesterday with Lufthansa suggested that I could be bumped for a day, which would have left me a 4 hour rather than 28 hour layover. Oh well. The trip started in Seattle. The checkout person was German, so we did the entire exchange auf Deutsch. I was pleased to discover that I was also able to fare quite well in the Frankfurt Flughafen, my German ever so slowly improving, though mostly in interpretation, and not in ability to communicate. I’ve been able to read two large books so far in my travel, well as study some German and Bengali. I sadly discovered that I left my light yellow rain jacket on the last airplane, but won’t discover until this evening whether it showed up in lost and found. The airport is quite fascinating, and am surprised at the amount of liquor that could be found here, even though it is a strict Muslim country. I’ll probably pick up some frankincense on my way back from Bangladesh. I wish that Betsy was with me. I miss her, even though she seems to be constantly anxious about any sort of imaginable trivia. I’ve seen only a few spooks so far, and most people seem to be dressed in Indian western dress. I am quite surprised at the prevalence of Western culture, and especially English, in remote parts of the world, such as here in Oman.  Watching Muslim and Hindu families come by, seeing people interact and converse, it amazes me that cultural differences are over-emphasized, and how similar the characteristics of all humankind tend to be.

08JUN2010 Finally in BD. Babil got me at the airport, and we went for lunch at a local Bangladeshi restaurant. I’m eating with my hands again! You don’t use a spoon and fork in BD but pick up your food with your hands. It was wonderful to see old friends here in Chabagong, including Steve K, Steve W., Jason & Anna, John Tripura, Poromil, Uttam, Sujan, and the Collins. They make the trip worth it! Please forgive me if I left your name out…

20JUN2010 A 12 day interlude is now noted. I have been quite busy at the hospital, and enjoying my interactions. Like before, I have spent much of my free time in either talking with friends (of whom are both Americans and Bangladeshis), and reading. A number of books have already been devoured. Several books will not be reported in my website for the sake of Christian charity. Dr. Lattin has also loaned my some old copies of First Things.  I find First Things quite fascinating with a mixture of feelings. About a 1/3 of the articles are delightful and of interest to me. They utilize English at its best, a subject which leaves me rather jealous, because, try as I may, I find it impossible to write well. Every time I re-read what I write, I find grammatical errors, confusing statements, inappropriate use of words, self-manufactured words, and other stupidities. Brother Dennis only points out the most glaring examples. Yet, while reading First Things, I am able to obtain a vicarious joy in the best use of the English language, and the thoughtfulness of the articles. I am less inclined to delight in First Things because of its replete Romish Catholicism, as well as its slightly too liberal stretch of “co-belligerency” to Rome, Eastern Orthodoxy, Judaism, etc. Yet, Neuhaus is a first class writer, and often strikes a cord of agreement with me that I am able to appreciate.  My time is also spent in reflection on life in general. I miss Betsy tremendously. I do not feel complete without her. I’ve reflected much on the nature of missions, especially missions in a Muslim realm. Modern Western sympathies for Muslim culture and religion seem to lack an appreciation of the working of Muslims when found as the predominant cultural or religious group in a community. This has been seen by me both in BD as well as in Cameroon. It is a religion of slavery, joylessness, oppression. It offers minimal respect for women, disguising the depersonalization and subjugation of the female population all in the name of modesty. Yet, devout Muslim men seem to be the most lustful of all of God’s creatures, and the presence of a Burqua doesn’t quench their lusts. Generalizations tend to betray the large amount of quite decent living and courteous Muslim people that I’ve encountered, who have been most helpful in my travels. Like last time in BD, probably the hardest thing to endure is the persistent beggarliness of all Bangladeshis. It’s hard not to respond to that, though agreements with the mission to not give more than meager gifts to the natives must be observed. A typical BD native seems to view the missionary Christian as the equivalent of “wealth”, and I remain perplexed as to how to personally respond. I sometimes feel that my presence in BD is perhaps more a problem than good for the gospel.

27JUN2010 I have just finished my last day of call, and will be wrapping things up this week. Call kept me up both nights, the first to do a D&C, and then next night to answer questions about a patient who decided to go into the dying mode. It is monsoon season, and rain occurs unlike anything in the Northwest. It will rain torrentially for about twenty minutes, and then it will be sunny. Rains occur about 2-3 times a day. I tried going out once in a downpour, with an umbrella, and found that I was soaked from head to toe, as the rain falls horizontally with a small wind. You’re always given a minute or so premonition of coming rain, as the wind begins to blow. You don’t see dark storm clouds, just a wind. I’ve now met with all my friends on the hospital compound, and feel like I’ve been able to spend quality time with them. I haven’t taken enough photographs, and will need to spend one last day running around with my camera. Nurul (his name sounds more like Noodle as the Bengalis do a different sort of “r”) will be taking me up to Chittagong. Meanwhile, only one thing is on the mind of most Bangladeshis—the World Cup in soccer. Oddly, the nation cheers for only two teams, Argentina and Brazil. It will be tragic when both of those teams loose.

02JULY2010 I’m now sitting in the airport in Chittagong. It’s the first time in ages that I’ve been able to access fast internet (and free, also!!!!). A few Taka and the airport assistant was able to shuttle me through to the head of the line, and get me through without a problem. The airport scanner was broken, and so they quickly let me through when I told them that I was a daktar (doctor). The ride to the airport was with Nurul, who drove quite decently, and we arrived in generous time to catch the plane. Although Cameroon roads were the worst I’ve ever encountered, Bangladeshi roads are not exactly super-highways, and more than once, we almost hit a dog, rickshaw, and oncoming bus. I can’t believe that more accidents don’t happen in this country. Later… I’m now in the airport in Muscat, Oman, waiting for my Papa John’s pizza to cook. I happened to be the only white person on the plane from Chittagong to here, and it’s nice to see a few English speaking people around. Bangladeshi behavior is close to hilarious. They are very pushy in line, always trying to get ahead of anybody else. Once the plane hit ground, almost immediately, about half the passengers popped their seatbelts and were standing to fetch their overhead items. Strange. Papa Johns was quite good, not greasy, close to what one would eat at home. I ordered the super Papas, since they didn’t have the Arabian Always special. I presume it was halal. The checkout lady was in black dress, not a full burqua, but had absolutely no personality; no smile, no regard for people, nothing.

Papa Johns in Muscat, Oman

Flowers of Bangladesh

Selling Jackfruit in Chabagong

John and Nimmi with hospital schematic

In the market with Sujan

I now think about the trip summary. I feel that it was a valuable trip, especially being able to meet old friends, and acquire new friends in Malumghat. I was able to give Steve K. free time to work on the design of the new hospital with the architect. I especially enjoyed meeting John M. and his wife Nimmi, who live in North Carolina, though they come from Chennai (formerly Madras) India. What did I forget? 1. Insect repellent. The last four days, the bedbugs came out, and I was covered head to toe. Interestingly, at the same time, I read recently that an Abercrombie and Finch was closed in New York City because of bedbugs. Go figure. 2. Flashlight (headlamp) – the lights go out way too frequently, and I have to ride a very bumpy road on my bike at night to get to the hospital when on call. 3. Voltage converter/adapters- the only thing that wouldn’t work was my beard trimmer, but sticking a three prong plug into the outlets provided tended to put a terrible strain on the plug. It would have been better to have an adapter.

I am considering a return in late January/early February 2011 with Betsy. If we go, I think I will try the oriental route, and maybe stay several days in Bangkok. Jason noted that the town was quite interesting, and fairly modern, worth a visit. We’ll see how the Lord leads.

So, as soon as we arrived home, Betsy and I went out to purchase a new vehicle. Diane needed our RAV4, and we sold it to her since we were considering a pickup. We ended up with a Toyota Tacoma.

Life Update 19APR10

April 19th, 2010

Cannon Beach
It’s been over three months since I’ve posted about events in Betsy’s and my life. A lot has gone by, like, Easter! I had out the Österlamm that Herbert gave me about 6 years ago.

So, here is a quick catchup, mostly with photos…

1. Deutsch Unterricht– I restarted Saturday AM German class. Between reading the Magazine Deutsch Perfekt and going to German class at the Tacoma German Language School, I’ve been able to keep from totally loosing my language skills. Here are some photos of the class, as well as the teacher, Yvonne. She is from Dresden, Germany, and is unbelievably patient with us old farts.

2. Oregon Coast– in early February, Betsy and I took a trip to the Oregon Coast. The lead photo was from Cannon Beach. The Oregon Coast is one of the most beautiful coasts in the world.

3. Cycling & trainer– Betsky now has a new bicycle, named Meggie II, after her first bicycle. We took a brief 10 mile ride recently…

Betsy also let me get a Tacx Virtual Reality Trainer. These are quite nice at being able to cycle train in bad weather or when you only have an hour to spend on a bicycle and need a hard workout. It works by connecting a computer to a gizmo that your back bicycle wheel sets in. When you are going “uphill”, the wheel offers resistance in proportion to the steepness of the hill, and when going downhill, it may actually spin your tire for you. It is close to reality.

You can see that it really chews up your training tire. Meanwhile, you watch a video screen, which you set to a number of rides that you may wish to experience, throughout Europe. As you pedal faster, the scene moves faster, quite comparable to reality.

The screen will also show your power output (in watts), cadence (how fast you’re pedaling), heartrate, bicycle speed, time, and distance. This allows you to monitor closely how well you are improving on your endurance. Here is Jonathan on the bicycle trainer…

4. Bicycle Tour 15-18APRIL2010. This trip was to celebrate tax day, April 15. Russ A. and I drove to Chelan, WA, and took off from there. Our first stop was 52 miles later in Twisp, WA. The road either followed the Columbia River, or tributaries, leaving us at a resort town just east of the North Cascades pass.

The next day went from Twisp to Coulee Dam, a 85+ mile ride, with fully loaded touring bikes, and about 7000 feet elevation gain. Here was our first challenge, that of crossing Loup Loup Pass. We were concerned about the weather since it had snowed on the pass just a week before. It was quite cold, but we were working so hard to cross the pass that we were over-heated anyway.

We then ended up in Omak. We met a kindly elderly gentleman on the street to enquire about our options, and he suggested that we NOT go the way we had planned, but instead take an alternative route that was marked on the map as gravel road, yet in reality was fully paved. He also suggested that there were minimal hills. The route indeed was far less hilly than our planned route, but was persistent in multiple sections of 6-7% grade uphill, and a lengthy 8-9% grade section at the beginning and end of the new route. We were quite pleased to have done this alternative route, since it took us by some absolutely spectacular scenery, like Omak Lake.

We eventually ended up at nightfall quite exhausted but looking at the Grand Coulee Dam. We stayed in a motel that faced the dam.

The next day was 61 miles and another 5000 feet of climbing. From the photo below, the intuition would remark at how flat the terrain was, yet, on a bicycle, it was quite rolling hills, with lots of 6% grade climbing. We were still moderately tired from the previous day, which made it harder to do even simple hills.

Our last memorable scene was from the Columbia plateau, getting ready to descend down to the Columbia River. In the distance, you could see Lake Chelan and the town of Chelan. It was a 8-12% grade descent for about 5 miles. Awesome! I’d sure hate to come up that hill on a loaded touring bike!

5. Future– so much has gone by. A niece, Laura, won a beauty pageant.

Laura, we are so proud of you. It takes not only beauty but true talent and skill to get to Teen Colleyville.  Thankfully, you didn’t have to have uncles dying in the car and brothers spazzing out on you to get into your contest, like in Little Miss Sunshine. We had old friends from many moons ago, Aaron and Anita visit us. They remain quite special. I especially appreciate being able to do outdoor things with Aaron. We plan on seeing Jonny off to Belize for the summer, and perhaps longer, to visit and study with Uncle Dennis. Dennis has been doing well, as is attested by this recent photograph…

Once he gets out of jail and quits playing with poisonwood, he’ll be back to his old self, I’m sure. Dennis is not really in jail; he is just showing us the miracles of Photoshop. I’d really like to visit Dennis some day. Belize is looking increasingly appealing, especially with our Destroyer-in-Chief Obaminator as el Presidente ruining all that we count as precious in our country. He will go down with Woodrow Wilson and FDR as the worst presidents ever of the USA.

I hope to do a few more cycle tours this summer. I also plan on spending the month of June in Bangladesh, and will be in Germany for the last 2 weeks of August, if all works well. More blogs will follow. I haven’t had many book or movie reviews since I’m listening to 2 lengthy Brahms compendiums, which I wish to review together, watching a lengthy tv series with Betsky, and reading a very large and ponderous book. So, more blogs will be in the works in the future. Meanwhile, please stay in touch.

Surgery and the Airline Industry

April 19th, 2010

I’ve written about this before, but the topic doesn’t go away and I’m growing weary of it. Hospital regulatory agencies in our state, and in most states, are being instructed the the way in which the airline industry has become safe was through the use of certain regulations and imposed rituals. Especially being pushed on the medical community are the use of checklists, similar to what are used before and after a flight to assure that all procedures are carried out correctly. Our state is now instituting a checklist standard with 100% compliance by hospitals in our state, and celebrated by meeting at the old Boeing plant in Seattle, Washington with an author of a favorite book detailing the use of airline safety procedures in the health care industry.

I’m all for airline standards, but not in the “pick and choose” standard that is being shoved down our throats. There are too many other airline industry differences that are simply ignored, at the patient’s peril. I’ve discussed many of them in the previous post. Let’s re-hash a few of them.

1. Airline personnel work hours. The airline industry, as well as the government, has strict standards on the amount of fly that a pilot can do, or work that a repairman can do, before exhaustion leads to inefficiency as well as mistakes. Nobody would ever dream of climbing on an airplane, where the pilot has been up the last 24 hours, and is now exhausted. I have personally called for reform in this area with deaf ears listening. It is hard to imagine that a truck driver is our state is forbidden from driving his truck for greater than 8 hours straight, and yet physicians frequently work for 48-96 hours straight with nary a comment from the state about the dangers that this is imposing. I’ve asked both the medical society as well as state legislators to consider this problem, and it is swept under the rug. Yet, if there are any actions that could be taken to eliminate errors in medicine, this is certainly the most important. Even airline pilots, on long flights, have replacement pilots in the plane to prevent the pilot from having to fly for over 8 hours.

There are 2 main stresses on an airline flight, that of taking off, and that of landing. True, decisions may need to be made in the air, but the main stresses are the start and end of the flight. In medicine, the initial patient consult, the care during a moment of extreme instability, or the trip to the operating room, may be likened unto the takeoff and landing stresses. The period that physicians spend on call sitting by their beepers could be likened to the time in the air. It is similar, since the physician is still being called, and must make consequential decisions. Many of those decisions are made when awakened from sleep, and more often than not, a night on call will rarely give more than an hour of straight sleep in a night. Yet, we not only have to make significant decisions during the night, but must show up at work and consult on new patients or operate the next day. Would anybody feel comfortable flying on an airplane where the pilot had no sleep in the last 24 hours? Thankfully, most patients have no clue how much sleep their surgeon had in the last 24 hours! Comparable to the airline industry, it would be like saying that the only legitimate work-time for the pilot was the time on takeoff and landing, and then who cares how much time is spent in the air, since flight time is low stress.

2. Co-pilots. It used to be that almost all surgical cases had two doctors in the room. For smaller cases, it was the surgeon and a family doctor, and for larger cases, it was two surgeons. Nowadays, it is almost impossible to get two surgeons both in the room at the same time. It is economically unfeasible, and we’ve been forced to adapt. This has mostly been to the greater risk of the patient. Two surgeons on a case always goes quicker and better than one surgeon alone. It could be compared to the airline industry deciding that a co-pilot is too expensive to maintain, and thus eliminating that position. Maybe it’s time to return to the co-pilot in surgery practice?

3. Retirement – My pilot friends tell me that the airline industry bumped up the age of mandatory retirement from age 60 to age 65. Frightening! Pilots need to go through more rigorous pyschomotor testing to assure that they have good reflex timing as they age. Why aren’t they doing this for doctors, especially those who do procedures on people? We are required to take ever expanding CME classes and tests to prove our mental competence, though it is dubious that either accomplish their intended task. At the same time, we are required to take courses in things we never intend to see or would not manage even if we encountered such a situation, since courses of themselves are absolutely no replacement for real-life experiences. I recently took a mandated pediatric trauma on-line course in order to maintain my ability to serve our hospital. I felt like I was in the military–dotting all my “i”s and crossing all my “t”s, yet realizing that I had not acquired any true competence at pediatric trauma. We don’t have simulators that can exactly match what a flight simulator can do for a pilot. There are no surgery simulators that will spray blood in your face and give you AIDS if you screw up.

At this time, I have no recommendations for the medical profession, but pray that it soon die the same death that all it’s patients will eventually experience. Physicians are unwilling to defend their profession from external abuse, but complain bitterly about the loss of their profession. Medicine – R.I.P.

Checklists

April 19th, 2010

Below is an article that I wrote several years ago, that is now more true today than when I wrote it. At the time, we had a flamingly incompetent Chief of Staff (called Dr. Bigshot, since he remains very prominent in politics at our hospital) and the staff of our hospital was all given an article by Dr. Guwande from the New Yorker regarding the virtues of checklists in saving lives. My apologies for not being able to give you the exact reference for this article, as I threw it in the wastebin. I have no problems with checklists. I have a serious problem with assuming that checklists are what saved the airline industry, and that people would be saved if only we used checklists. So, I re-post my article. The next post carries on with the same theme, now written contemporarily. BYW, Dennis, I found most of my grammatical errors, but feel free to inform me of others.

Several years ago, tort reform became the cry of the medical profession. We felt that our profession was being destroyed by a litigious culture which was strongly supported by a government that seemed to thrive off of a healthy legal industry. We lost that battle. In return, the law industry laid claim that the health care industry was careless and did not attend properly to quality control or error reduction. In turn, we responded with multiple programs. There were state and national programs that were initiated, such as the 100,000 lives campaign (I await eagerly the 250 million lives campaign). Even in Pierce County, our medical society invited various quality control pundits to speak to us. The rallying cry was to become like the airline industry. After all, did not the airline industry take an intensely complex system, and produce methodological algorithms (such as checklists) to eliminate human error? As I learned in flight surgery school, the number one cause for airline fatalities was a loss of situational awareness on the part of the pilot. Checklists helped to reduce routine operational error, thus, decreasing the one aspect of fatal error.

The article by Atal Guwande in the New Yorker further fosters this idea that if only the health care industry model itself after the airline industry, then error reduction would significantly fall, and lives would be saved. I certainly agree with Dr. Guwande that checklists can serve some useful purposes in our profession. Yet, I also see certain problems with what he proposes. The first problem discusses differences between the airline industry and medicine, that disallow the airline model. The second details the evidence that Dr. Guwande himself provides claiming that checklists can solve many of our woes.

First, what are the differences between medicine and the airline industry? There are a number of issues that I can list.

1. We canʼt control the circumstances. In the airline industry, if bad weather hits, the airlines shut down. We canʼt do that. We “fly” in any circumstances. If a patient arrives in immediate need for surgery when the operating rooms are already filled and the patient already has multiple system organ failure, we arenʼt allowed to “stop all flights (surgeries)” and wait, in order to get control of the situation.

2. We donʼt aim for 100% survival. Ultimately, all of our patients will die, which is 0% survival. Unlike airplanes, we have a poor means of predicting personal survivability. We can quote population statistics, which do not apply to a given individual. Checklists or not, eventually everybody will die on us. In fact, we have very poor means of measuring when we are actually successful in medicine, as it is not necessarily survivability at low cost without complications.

3. We cannot set the circumstances for surgeons or health care personnel like we can with pilots and flight attendants, airline mechanics, etc.. I would love to have the same working circumstances as a surgeon as a pilot usually lives. There are strict controls of working hours, and time that a pilot is allowed in the cockpit. We have no such controls. Yet we know that human error is our biggest source of health care error, just like situational awareness is the biggest problem in the airline industry. Establishing mandatory retirement ages, mandatory work-hours, mandatory spontaneous drug testing would kill the industry. I have operated countless times high on antihistamines in the symptomatic treatment of seasonal URIʼs, yet such drugs would have grounded me in the airline industry. Are we willing to have our health care personnel subjected to such demanding regulation as the airline industry has done? Why not? The object is to eliminate human error, and such airline regulations would accomplish that.

4. Human systems back-up cannot compare. A pilot has not only a second backup (the copilot) always at his side, but also the capabilities of autopilot. Generally, we virtually never have a second physician (with the same expertise) simultaneously participating on a case. Auto-doctors remain to be invented.

5. Which leads to brutally serious question…why have auto-doctors not been invented yet? Autopilots work because one can “figure out” most the systems issues and expected problems in the operation of an aircraft. The “machinery” (the human body) that we work with is infinitely more complex than the machinery (the airplane) that the airline industry works with, and the expected problems vastly greater. While Dr. Guwande tends to disparage the “art” of medicine, heralding the virtues of scientific medicine, it remains without question that the complexities of medicine demand both intuitive as well as methodological decisions, and the intuitive decisions cannot be check-listed. An equivalent comparison would be to devise an airplane that is so complex, the ground support personnel never really understand how the airplane works, or exactly what the proper procedures are to repair. The pilot could never be sure whether pushing the joystick to the right would move the appropriate wings or flaps in the proper direction, and would be told that any control panel action would have only an 80% or less response rate, as well as a highly unpredictable nature of whether all the monitors or gauges on the control panel were ever monitoring the correct information. Yet, we live with this all the time in medicine.

6. The economics are different. If the airline industry is asked to institute an industry-wide change, they would raise rates to passengers to pay for that. We cannot do that any more in the health care industry. In fact, our pay would either remain stagnant or cut, in spite of elimination of error.

7. Training and retraining. We call retraining CME, yet CME only remotely pertains to our practice of medicine. A flight-simulator has never been invented for the health care industry, probably for reasons explained in #5. Our expertise comes solely from experience, coupled with the maintenance of an innovative mindset. When we increase physician educational demands and demonstration of competence through increased testing, the net result is not increased competence among physicians, but a decreased number of physicians, who drop out rather than re-test. This doesnʼt mean that we canʼt learn from the airline industry. It only means that we need to be very cautious in selecting what methodological algorithms we acquire from the airline industry, and then be highly selective in exactly which circumstances or activities would be well served by these algorithms. It is possible that some systems in medicine would actually be harmed by blindly applying the airline industry methodology of error prevention.

What about Dr. Guwandeʼs claims that checklists can significantly reduce error in medical care? Dr. Guwande discusses his thesis with unbridled enthusiasm. In a most unscientific manner, he fails to discuss multiple variables that should have been examined, especially since his thesis of the virtues of checklists are now being mandated throughout hospital systems in the USA. Which variables did Dr. Guwande follow? Survival? Costs? Turnover rates of health care personnel? Patient and family satisfaction? Days of hospitalization? His studies of checklists were limited to highly specific and controlled circumstances, such as the management of central lines. This is a relatively non-complex system compared to many systems seen in medicine. Does he propose that all operational systems will be helped by check-listing? Does he have evidence for that? Newly enacted checklists tend to eventually breed familiarity, that in turn lead to loss of effectiveness. Dr. Guwande has only short-term follow-up of his check-list system, so it is not surprising to see short-term improvements. What do you suppose we will see after ten years of checklisting and familiarity itself leads to error? I suspect it will lead to even more detailed check-lists, probably orchestrated by a computer program, rather than a human, such as the nurses that Dr. Guwande used in his catheter study. This in turn will not only drive up the costs of medical care, but also the depersonalization of medical care.

Outside of checklists, the failure to communicate has been identified as the other great sources of medical error. There is a great amount of truth to this, and check-lists certainly serve the function of forcing a brief episode of communication among the team, many of whom often donʼt even know each otherʼs name, let alone the most rudimentary facts about the other people on the team in the room. But, we donʼt dare tread on that. We must remain scientifically impersonal. Yet, when I work with a team that has known me for years, typically, minimal communication ever occurs about the patient or medical care we are rendering, save for occasional teaching points for the team (we do talk about other things!). We know how each other does things, and we expect things to be done that way. This is true for nurses and techs in the OR or recovery room, as well as experienced nurses on the wards. Sadly, regimented communication cannot fix the problem of operational harmony, something that only time and experience with each other as a team can fix. Which is why “teams” are probably more important than check-lists. Another communication issue, handwriting, was fixed thirty some years ago with computer-order entry, quite the norm in Chicago, IL where I trained, but still unknown in these parts.

Dr. Bigshot comments that resistance to checklists is an “ego” issue. I doubt it. True, there are ego issues when one has a nurse policing the doctor. Not even the airline industry has stooped that low, having a stewardess tell the pilot to push the rudder right rather than left when the airplane is going down. But that is exactly what is happening in medicine. You can escape hierarchical disorientation by being independent, which is exactly what Dr. Bigshot has done. Hospital bound doctors like surgeons and intensivists donʼt have that luxury. Is it ego-istic to ask questions pertaining to the efficacy of checklists? I donʼt think so. Many of us could have easily gone into research rather than clinical medicine. Our training teaches us to ask questions, look for alternative solutions, explore the unthinkable, to agonize over a solution that doesnʼt exist in a textbook, journal article, or on a check-list. Yesteryear, that made you a good physician. Now-days, it makes you a non-team-player, radical, disruptive, or perhaps, worst of all, egoistic.

We will turn to checklists. We will love them with religious devotion. The Joint demands it. We will comply. Yet, it feels like we are driving just another stake into our coffin. R.I.P.

Speling-fore mi bwuder

January 26th, 2010

Deer Denis;

I weally twy to katch awl mi speling mysteaks. I weally doo. Butt i m knot a superman lik Obama. I doen’t haf a telle-prompter lik himm. So i meak misteaks. I awso gouf oup mi grammer wonce in a whil and doen’t katch it. Sowwy.

Bwoder kin

Church

January 17th, 2010

I am prompted to write an article on the church, owing to a number of comments made to me, and internet articles that I’ve read recently, that reflects what seems to be a new thinking regarding the role and form of a local church. Because this new thinking has some serious implications as to the nature of what we may see of church in America in the future, I felt it relevant to jot down my reflections of church.

A person that I knew from early on in life became a local celebrity in Portland for her authorship of a article about her problems with church (click here to read). Though the title is “How to Survive Church”, it would be more appropriately titled “How to survive in spite of church”). In this article, Becky P. describes her problems with her childhood church, and subsequent churches that she has attended. Her final solution was essentially to not take church so seriously. She states in conclusion

I’ve also learned what not to expect from church. In the past, my whole life–family, friendships, social activities, vacations, even employment–revolved around church. As a result, church crises impacted every aspect of my life, and leaving a church meant losing my entire support system. Church is still an important part of my life, but it’s no longer the center of every friendship or endeavor. I interact more with the world around me and pursue relationships outside of, as well as within, my church. Most important, I’ve learned not to put too much stock in human institutions or leaders, who will inevitably let me down. Psalm 118:8 reminds me, “It is better to take refuge in the LORD than to trust in man.”

I had always wanted to give Becky feedback, since I feel that her conclusions are not only quite dangerous, but just the opposite of what Christ wishes for us to experience with the church, and what I’ve been able to experience the last 16 years. Over the past few years, I’ve learned that

  • church is my high-point of the week
  • church is the most relevant activity that I do
  • church as a formal structure is far more delightful than as an informal structure
  • church is where my worship is at its highest and where I am closest to God
  • church is where I best see myself for who I really am and God for who He really is
  • I survive because of church and not in spite of church

In essence, I am offering a 180° counterpoint to Becky P. Perhaps I should begin with Scripture references to orient and set a reference of how I view church.

One thing I have asked of the Lord, that will I seek after, that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord, and to inquire in his temple. Psalm 27:4

How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord of Hosts. My soul longs, yes, faints for the courts of the Lord; my heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God… Blessed are those who dwell in your house, ever singing your praise… For a day in your courts is better than a thousand elsewhere. i would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God that dwell in the tents of wickedness. From Psalm 84

I was glad when they said to me “Let us go to the house of the Lord” Psalm 122:1

A few relevant theological & historical points need to be made.

  • Unlike dispensationalists and other new-church thinkers, I consider the Old and New Testaments to be one book, describing one set of behaviors, by a single God with a single similar character and expectations in the Old and New Testaments.We can thus consider any model of “church” or temple worship in the Old Testament as reflective of the similar form of worship we should be offering corporately at this time.
  • I cannot find ever in early church history where church was modeled as house micro-churches. Because of structural limitations, churches were not huge, but Christians always, I repeat, always, built churches or larger structures when the law and absence of persecution permitted it. In the apostolic age before the fall of the temple, worship still continued for Christians in the temple!
  • Throughout church history, God always worked through the greater visible church, and not through autonomous individuals. This is not to say that he did not use individuals, or that these individuals never went against the belief structure, but that these individuals always functioned as though part of the greater church.

Biblical and historical references have gone by the wayside in an age where the church and post-modernism have become dear friends, so that many people are rethinking and speaking out or writing about new concepts of church. The so-called cell-group as a during-the-week extension of church has been turned into “church” itself. Hypocrisy and ill-sought gain of many clergy have led many to disavow many of any possibility of clergy in their life. Therapeutic models of church have been found to have the same efficacy as voodoo medicine, and unhealed people conclude that church no longer has a purpose. Entertainment and seeker models of church have worn themselves thin, as electronic and television churches provide an ample replacement, in the convenience of ones’ own home, sipping coffee and eating donuts in a lounge chair while receiving the weekly heavenly instructions and motivations for life. Some will expect church to be a quasi-paradise where theology is all non-controversial and people get along with such contentment for each other that one would think they were at an LSD party —only to discover the truth of Luther (simul justis et peccator), that all Christians are hypocrites and sinners, oftentimes worse than one would encounter on the street, and thus justifying an exit from fellowship with all but a few chosen believers in the comfort of ones’ own home, or at the local coffeehouse or breakfast restaurant.

And so church goes by the wayside. Church has been found wanting, and Christians who desire true worship have found that they must create that environment for themselves. They may still attend church, mostly out of guilt of needing to follow Biblical instructions to not forsake the assembly of other Christians, yet their true worship is found in the loneliness of their private time, one-on-one, tete a tete, with God. If a given church fails to meet ones’ needs, or if it proves either controversial or too impersonal, then one can simply pack their bags and go church-shopping for a fellowship that most satisfies an individuals’ personality. The smorgasbord of churches are huge. There are mega-churches and tiny 2-3 family fellowships struggling for existence. There are young-upstart-meet in a local school building churches, middle age churches, and dying or dwindling churches. There are churches of entertainment, churches with almost no structure to the liturgy, high churches with a rigid structure and formality, pastor as big screen television church, pastor as gee-I’m everybodies friend church, pastor as layperson struggling to survive church. Churches could be oriented around football and sports, movies and entertainment, drama and music; you can find special interests group churches, politically oriented churches, environmental churches, god-save-America-gee-I-love-my-country churches, commie-pinko-freak churches, social justice “feed the poor” churches, and even wife-swapping churches. All of these churches are filled with members that consider themselves not only Christians, but evangelical and with a higher plane of spirituality than the hoi polloi of this world. Yet all of them are doing everything but what a church should do, so it’s no wonder that church itself is driving many sincere folk away.

What then should church be? I could do no better than to quote J.G. Machen, the last paragraph of his seminal book Christianity and Liberalism. He states…

Is there no refuge from strife? Is there no place of refreshing where a man can prepare for the battle of life? Is there no place where two or three can gather in Jesus’ name, to forget for the moment all those things that divide nation from nation and race from race, to forget human pride, to forget the passions of war, to forget the puzzling problems of industrial strife, and to unite in overflowing gratitude at the foot of the Cross? If there be such a place then that is the house of God and that the gate of heaven. And from under the threshold of that house will go forth a river that will revive the weary world.

Scripture establishes the nature and order of a church. Berkhof in his Systematic Theology describes the marks of a church in particular, being 1) the true preaching of the Word, 2) the right administration of the sacraments, 3) the faithful exercise of discipline. We will deal briefly with each of these issues. Regarding true preaching of the Word, this discriminates against heretical churches such as the Mormon church of Jehovah’s Witness, where a false gospel is being offered, or a false Christ. Preaching is the cornerstone of a church service, and about which all revolves. It is here that we offer respect to Scriptures as being alone our motivation, our driving influence, and God speaking directly to us. In the modern church, the message is more often conveyed in other portions of the service, such as the music, the drama, or the personal worship/fellowship time, yet the administration of Gods’ Word is the entire pivotal portion of a service. Too often, a preacher will read a Scripture passage, yet the sermon will be on everything but an attempt to expound the meaning of that Scripture to us. Those are false preachers, preaching of themselves, rather than solely of Jesus Christ and Him crucified. The administration of the sacraments have taken an enormous hit in recent times, since “new-think” tells us that the sacraments are devoid of meaning or significance. In regard to the sacraments, I am referring to baptism, the eucharist (communion) and marriage, and not the extended sacraments of Rome. While the Roman Catholic Church has turned the Sacraments into something too much, almost magic, the Protestants have progressively devalued the sacraments into an optional, ritualistic activity symbolic of corrupt institutionalized denominations. They have de-sacralized the sacraments by allowing the administration of the sacraments in a casual fashion by laity and clergy alike, so that you could be baptized by your favorite person, rather than a minister of the church, or have a communion session in a coffee shop with friends. My scriptural basis for the sacraments is found in the orderliness of ecclesiastical practice as described in the NT, noted throughout Paul’s and Peter’s epistles, as well as the even stronger example of the OT, where professional clergy were strictly described. It is a grave error to consider that the OT does NOT provide instruction regarding our liturgy and administration of our sacraments. Finally, the church administers discipline for the growth of the body of believers. Ecclesiastical discipline has been truly been demoted in both the Catholic and Protestant churches, now that you have a supermarket of churches all competing for your attendance and possible donations. To remove oneself from the possibility of discipline would be to remove oneself from anything that you could legitimately call church.

Before I end my statement on church, I will note that church models have been everything that described in Scripture. The growth of mega-churches leaves one wondering why they even waste calling themselves “church”, save that a church can impose God’s wrath as a threat for encouraging financial giving or tithing. The pastor of many churches nowadays serves more as an administrator than a godly messenger conveying and opening Scripture up to the congregation. It is no wonder than church services leave most people feeling empty, something that must be made up with the smaller cell-group meetings or an individuals’ quiet time. It is no wonder that church has taken such a serious hit in recent years.

The church has weathered many storms, and it will weather the current onslaught or accused irrelevancy. I bring to mind a great Anglican priest and song writer, Samuel Stone, who grew up in south London as a pugilist (boxer) until his conversion. He went into the ministry, working with the roughest and meanest folk in London. It was said that he once even boxed a disorderly parishioner, knocking them out, but later apologizing for that. He wrote the following song as a glorification of the institution that we have now so bitterly devalued.  Stone was a high-churchman. He was not speaking of the fad of do-it-yourself church-ism. He was referring to the grand visible institution of the church of which he was a very dear part of.

The Church’s one foundation
is Jesus Christ her Lord;
she is his new creation,
by water and the word:
from heaven he came and sought her
to be his holy bride;
with his own blood he bought her,
and for her life he died.

Elect from every nation,
yet one o’er all the earth,
her charter of salvation,
one Lord, one faith, one birth;
one holy Name she blesses,
partakes one holy food,
and to one hope she presses,
with every grace endued.

It is in the third and fourth verse that Stone speaks of a heresy going on in the Anglican church in South Africa during the 1860′s. The church has taken many beatings, and will receive many more until the Lord returns, yet Christ’s body will continue to the end.

Though with a scornful wonder
men see her sore oppressed,
by schisms rent asunder,
by heresies distressed;
yet saints their watch are keeping,
their cry goes up, “How long?”
and soon the night of weeping
shall be the morn of song.

Mid toil and tribulation,
and tumult of her war
she waits the consummation
of peace for evermore;
till with the vision glorious
her longing eyes are blessed,
and the great Church victorious
shall be the Church at rest.

The last verse concludes with the proper view of church. It is mystical, yet ordinary. It is an exercise of living with Saints before the face of God. It is an entirely imperfect experience on earth, but reflective of an entirely perfect experience in the life to come. For those who choose to remove themselves from church, to devalue church, or to redefine church as anything less than this description of the church given by Samuel Stone will be all the worse off, and to be pitied indeed.

Yet she on earth hath union
with God, the Three in one,
and mystic sweet communion
with those whose rest is won.
O happy ones and holy!
Lord, give us grace that we
like them, the meek and lowly,
on high may dwell with thee.

I conclude with a plead for individuals to return to a grander image of the church, and for the church to return to a grander image of itself. Our frustration with church should manifest itself by correcting our vision of what a church is, and then encouraging the church leaders to do the same. It is to seek for a church that has a high view of itself, and to be involved. It is not to expect the church to be therapeutic or non-hypocritical, but to be reflective of our own sinful state, a place where together with other sinners we can worship and pray and glorify the God of heaven. May God grant us the view of the church of JG Machen or Samuel Stone, and we will realize that we survive not in spite of the church, but rather because of the church.

The Source of All Problems with Health Care

January 13th, 2010

Please see my prior recent blog on healthcare. On the left sidebar, click on the “Feuchtblog” category or “medicine” tag, and that will take you right to this article and the prior one.

Many people have asked me about my views on ObamaCare, and what I would offer as a reasonable fix to the healthcare “crisis” in our country. I have no hope that our wonderful government will be able to fix the mess of healthcare. This is why I support the Obama health care plan. If it goes through in its entirety, it will destroy medicine. Then, we could start over. Maybe. Unfortunately, too many conservatives blame the government for the health care problems of the USA, while the liberals wish to give the government everything. Neither makes sense, because neither side takes the time to ask what is really wrong with American medicine. My final answer is that everything is wrong. There is no party or group that doesn’t stand innocent of our mess. Specifically, finger pointing must include all parties, including government, the lawyers, big Pharma and the health care industry, physicians, hospitals, insurers and third party payors, and patients themselves. I will be very brief in how each party is making a mess out of medicine.

1) Government. Government would love to control medicine. It is intrinsic in government to have control of the people, whether that government be a democracy or a totalitarian regime. Our constitution was established to restrict the power of government. Now that our constitution has become a “living” document, it may be interpreted and changed at will, usually to the effect of offering the government more power, and us less. I cannot think of a single government in the world and throughout history that I would trust my body and my life to, yet, that is essentially what we are asked to consider with the health care plan of St. Obama, the patron saint of the infirm. Medical ethics will become what is good for the masses, rather than what is good for the individual, since government will always seek global, rather than individual solutions. Decisions will be made that are most politically correct, and not what is most morally correct, or what maintains the highest dignity and honor to the individual. It has been argued that health care delivered by government would be less expensive and more efficient, yet, I cannot bring to mind any federal agency that delivers efficient services without graft and corruption. A simple look at pure government health care systems, the Veterans Administration and military medicine show highly inefficient and expensive systems with shoddy health care delivered in a haphazard fashion, always at the whim of an incompetent and fickle congress. One only need to pause at the countless ways in which the government has made physicians lives currently unbearable, including ever increasing and expanding agencies to regulate and control health care. Need I mention JCAHO and the totally ridiculous demands them make on hospitals, or Medicare and its “fraud” provisions on honest and hard working physicians. To the feds I say, no thanks.

2) Legal. Many conservatives have argued hard for legal reform, feeling that it is the legal system in most part which has destroyed American medicine. Arguments have returned from our legal colleagues of the necessity of our system to safeguard and protect a vulnerable public from increasingly greedy and immoral physicians. In fact, conservatives refuse to look at the breadth of the source of problems of our current health care debacle, and lawyers refuse to accept that we need more protection from increasingly greedy and immoral lawyers than that of physicians. Estimates that suggest that the current legal climate drive up the costs of medicine by 40-50% or more, are off by about 1000%. There is no longer any bang for the buck; the health care consumer has discovered that it is cheaper to fly to India for major heart surgery, and yet receive reasonably equivalent safety in their health care. The lawyers have not protected us, but instead, have stifled creativity, autonomy of physician-patient relations, and made health care unaffordable. Every drug that I purchase, and every medical device that I use, has a cost that tends to be 10x-1000x more expensive than non-medical or veterinary equivalents. Malpractice has driven up the cost of practice of countless physicians who have chosen to switch trades, retire, or sell their soul to an employment situation rather than endure unsustainable malpractice premiums, regardless of whether they have ever been sued. Lawsuits themselves have no correspondence with the personal competence of a physician or hospital. I see quite competent physicians occasionally being sued because they choose to manage riskier cases, and incompetent physicians that have never been sued. Somehow, lawyers don’t connect. When a surgeon goes to trial, they usually try to avoid a jury trial, only in that they know that a jury will be another form of wanton injustice, since juries will always sympathize with the party that can generate the most tears, rather than the party that claims the moral high ground. The practice of our trade lacks absolute control-biological systems, being overwhelmingly complex, can have only partially predictable behaviors. Since physicians can only know limited facts of any given medical case, there always remains the possibility of things going wrong, outside of our control, regardless of how careful we happen to be. The legal system simply cannot correct that. Efforts to build in increased safeguards in hospitals have only served to sweep problems under the rug, and no serious study has ever shown a hospital to be safer with the use  of recently enacted safeguards over those hospitals that do not exercise those safeguards. The driving factor for all this madness is the accusation of the legal system that health care needs to clean up their act. The legal system remains clueless about the true nature of medicine, and will only make healthcare problems worse rather than better with their well-intentioned efforts.

3) Big Pharma and the health care industry – There was an epoch in American history where physicians and health care industry was not permitted to advertise. Physicians felt that advertising would degrade their profession with distraction for economic gain from medicine. Indeed, for the most part, this has happened. With the combination of appeal directly to the public, and government regulations that supposedly protect the public but more importantly protect the mega-health care industry from competition, and protect markets, it is not surprising that big Pharma has erupted into a multi-billion dollar industry. We see how this has led to major corruption, such as the Martha Stewart shady investments in Erbitux, a drug that cost well over a billion dollars to develop and bring to market. Big Pharma naturally has a lot to loose, should a drug like Erbitux suddenly be discovered to have untoward unforseen side-effects, or if it proves to be less effective than originally believed, or less useful than other drugs on the market. Naturally, such pressures would be overwhelming for a large corporation, and easy fudging of the numbers (many ways to do that!!!) tends to protect great investments. In the end, we are all hurt. Are we much better off with Erbitux? Perhaps a little bit, as it is a useful drug in many circumstances, such as in head and neck cancer. Yet, patients truly are not living too much longer with as compared to without the drug. Big Pharma continues to appeal to the general public. You can see elderly people dancing across the tv screen in a proverbial retirement paradise, all thanks to Viagra or Flomax or Arimidex, or etc., etc.. The message is conveyed that the drugs bring a fulfilled life, happiness and joy, peace and prosperity. This advertising is an overt lie, and the advertisers know that. I do not wish to indulge into Big Pharmas’ cozy relationship with Big Government, and their desire to overwhelmingly protect themselves rather than the patient. Notice how little they protest the FDA or the legal climate in the US, even though those two factors so steeply drive up the costs of new medicines. I don’t believe Big Pharma really cares at all about you and me.

4) Physicians – I wish I could say that physicians were not a part of the problem, yet we are as much of the problem as anybody else, but for differing reasons. First, physicians have not stood up to their oaths of morality. The Hippocratic Oath is no longer used anywhere in the US, but entirely replaced by Oaths, sadly, including the Christian Medical and Dental Society Oaths, which focus more on population and societal ills, as a focus on the patient themselves. Physicians are not politicians–we have in our care only one patient at a time, and our morality evolves around that patient. We were historically bound to patients by covenants. The legal binding now is a contract, which in turn diminishes our profession into an occupation similar to that of a garbageman or plumber. Our major Medical societies have rolled over dead when reprimanded by government, rather than standing up for what is right. I refer specifically to government forcing rulings on various drugs, forcing the AMA to remove their restrictions on physician advertising, and forcing the health care community to accept and comply in the murder of unborn children. Now,we are even complying with the murder of the elderly. We have lost our morality, allowed medicine to be turned into a business rather than a high profession, allowed government and Insurance companies to intervene between us and the patient, and then we scratch our heads wondering what went wrong. We did it all to ourselves.

5) Insurers and Third party payors – In the eyes of some people, it is the health care insurors who receive all of the blame. Certainly, Michael Moores’ movie Sicko seems to cast much of the blame for America’s health care woes on the Capitalist pigs that govern the major insurance companies. This might be the only theme in Sicko that Moore has partially correct. Contrary to Moore, it is the act of third-party indemnification, whether that third party be a “capitalist” insurance company, or a government, that creates serious problems. First, it places a fourth player in the game of the covenant between doctors-patient-God, as defined by the Hippocratic Oath. It removes much decision making from the patient, and gives it to the insurance company or to the physician. The patient assumes minimal responsibility on an economic basis for the health care decisions that they make, especially if the funding for the patients’ health care came from an employer insurance policy, to which they paid nothing (save for lower wages). In reality, health care insurance no longer functions as an insurance plan, except for those plans that are high deductible or catastrophic. The contracts that and insuror makes with the patient loose their legitimacy when a patient demands high expense procedures, such as transplants or major cancer therapy, and insurors often are forced to comply regardless of the contract. In some states, there is no “pre-existing” clause, so that patients may obtain insurance whenever they wish, without penalties. Insurance companies have sought for survival, but usually at the expense of higher premiums to all, rather than fighting public and government insanity in court.

6) Patients – I love most of my patients, and so I must be quite careful about what I say about them. All the same, in our state, it was over 50% of my patients that voted against tort reform, even though they deny that in the exam room. It is many of my patients that demand free or almost free care. Co-pays are greeted with disdain. It is many patients that expect me to be available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365-366 days a year, and never make a mistake or error in judgement. It is many of my patients that live a life of wanton self-abuse, and then are angry at me that I can’t miraculously fix them in a day or two. It is many patients who lie to me, abuse me, take advantage of me, expect perfection of me, and have no qualms at suing should an opportunity arise. Ultimately, it is the greater than 50% of patients who allow government to get away with murder, vote in idiots such as Obama and Reid and Pelosi, and demand free health care for all. It is the same patients who are so severely protesting ObamaCare, but who refuse to admit the serious problems in the current system, especially with Medicare. I am grateful to God that a good number of my patients see the problems that exist in health care, though they remain powerless to enact a change.

So, I return to my original statement. I hope that ObamaCare succeeds, since it will destroy medicine. Maybe afterwards, a better system could resurrect. Maybe not. Ultimately, our trust is in God, and not doctors. As I grow older as a physician, I realize how powerless I am to add time onto a patients’ life. It still seems to remain entirely in Gods’ hands. Too heavy of reliance on physicians seems to do as much harm as too little reliance on them. But for now, I simply do not foresee any viable fixes to the healthcare crisis, unless the entire system, from the patient to the government corrects. I doubt that that will happen. To attempt a fix of only one aspect of the health care problem will only make the entire health care crisis worse. I don’t wait with hopeful expectation for a solution.

Changes in Medicine

January 12th, 2010

In Feuchtblog, I will be publishing several articles regarding healthcare and medicine. This article, as well as several to follow, will be short reflections of mine regarding the status of medicine in our country.

Following my heart procedure and then subsequent Sabbatical, I’ve had time to think about medicine and what is different about my profession from when I began as a private surgeon in 1992. The opportunity of being away from medicine for a year has been especially helpful in delineating what seems to bother me about the “New” Medicine.

1. The feminization/effeminization of medicine: The percentage of physicians that are female have sharply increased, so that in many medical schools in this country, there are now a majority of females. This is especially true in surgery, where the shift toward female doctors have taken a sharp upward turn. As a female, different expectations are held toward the profession. It is often the activity that conflicts, rather than supports family life. The female psyche of being more a nurturing person changes the approach to the patient. Oddly, this feminizing effect on medicine has affected even males. They are no longer supposed to be aggressive. They must be gentle and never lose their temper or raise their voice. They must now approach their patient as an advocate, friend, sympathizer, rather than as the authority and aggressor against their illness. As we have seen the effeminization of male movie stars, who previously were masculine and tough, Clint Eastwood types, but are now boyish girly men, male doctors have had a tendency to become girly men in the ways mentioned above.

2. The foreign-ication of medicine: I will be the first to comment on my absence of objection for foreign doctors. I believe that foreign physicians stimulate thought and provide wonderful new perspectives to American medicine. My favorite doctor of all time ever, Dr. Das Gupta remains a role model and mentor, though he was born outside of the USA. Yet, I can’t help but think that there is a problem when greater than 50% of our physicians are foreign medical graduates, and not necessarily assimilating into the American cultural belief systems. Besides religion, they differ in such drastic things as how they view the nature of science, medicine, and life itself. Many come here, assuming that wealth and lifestyle will be an automatic given, and often end up frustrated or disappointed when that doesn’t happen.

3. The accelerated gentrification of physicians: we see both an effect on the older physician, and a response that older physicians are giving to their profession in this gentrification. First, modern technology demands rapidly changing practice patterns in order to keep up on the latest-greatest. This often results in ping-ponging of management, that is, certain techniques or management methods are forbidden, then encouraged, and then later forbidden again. Otherwise, newer technologies or treatment plans come in that are often demanded by the patient, but offer no distinct advantage, are far more expensive, but take seemingly forever to discover the errors in their thinking. We see physicians retiring early, or, as soon as possible. They simply don’t wish to put up with the arrogance of younger doctors and competing technologies that seem to be more hot air than distinct helps to the physician or patient. We also see a loss of respect for the older physician. They tend to be out-dated, not with it, hopelessly lost in the past. It takes years to make the best physician judgements, yet these older physicians are no longer respected. A most functional medical community would allow the older physicians to slow down, and work with younger physicians to help them develop skills. This is not happening, and an increasing generational gap happens between younger and older doctors. In times past, the older doctors were able to hone their practice to allow for their decreased ability to be as physically agile or supple as the younger doc. It is more difficult to stay up at night, to have great physical strain in caring for sick patients, yet, there is no reprieve for the aging physician. Thus, for an aging physician, it only makes sense to get out asap.

4. Economic and legal dis-incentivation of physicians– The cost of medicine continues to rise. Prices on medical commodities continue to inflate at standard or accelerated rates, rent and employee costs continue to rise, taxes fail to go down, all of this eating away at physician profitability. Meanwhile, reimbursements continue to fall. When one subtracts costs from reimbursements, you get a number that is essentially your profit. If you divide that profit by the hours that you work, you get an essential pay rate. Currently, when accounting for inflation, I made more as an apprentice typographer than I am currently earning as a physician. Ultimately, physicians will deem the effort not worth it, and consider an employed situation, volunteering, or switching professions. Worst of all, many physicians will remain in their trade, while playing other trades such as gambling with the stock market or real estate investments in order to make a reasonable income commensurate with ones’ education and overall “sweat factor” to get where one is. Remember, most physicians started as quite competitive throughout high school, college, and even competed seriously in medical school, if one desired a more challenging specialty. Residency could be quite variable, but usually seriously limited ones’ lifestyle in years past. As an example, I spent essentially 16 years in “school” past high school to get to a point of being able to earn a living, and all the while accrued hefty school loans. Meanwhile, friends who started to work after high school were able to establish families, purchase homes, and become quite established. Others, who enlisted in the military or worked government jobs immediately after high school were 4 years from retirement by the time I was able to earn my first dime. I don’t pull out too many Kleenex when people complain about doctors’ earnings. But, what about legal dis-incentivation? It is not infrequent nowadays to see articles in surgical journals lamenting that certain surgeries are safer at high volume centers, and even though one may examine their own track records and see competitive  morbidity and mortality rates, the pressure is still extreme to transfer those patients on. When deciding to tackle a more complicated case, the reimbursement is no higher than a simpler case, yet the amount of time spent could be quadruple to ten-fold. At the same time, one is not legally protected for medical “heroics”, but could always be faulted for assuming care of certain patients. Thus, there is every reason to stick with simple cases, and transfer off more complicated, high risk cases. This does a terrible service to many patients, where travel away from families and known surroundings and a known medical community makes life more difficult, and often increases the risks to the patient. I have often seen where patients go off to these “centers of excellence” only to receive vastly inferior care to what would have been provided back home in a smaller hospital. The legal climate offers me no incentive to attempt to retain these patients.

5. The rise of public medical pseudo-professionalism with de-professionalization of physicians–Patient empowerment is a good and a bad thing. It is good when a patient comes to a true specialist and then gets a more complete picture of their current illness or situation. It can be bad when patients determine that they are more knowledgeable than the physician. I wish to add one caveat here. Patients always know themselves best, so that a decision for or against a medication or a surgical procedure is something that they need to choose in their own mind, and it is not good for a physician to force a treatment plan on a patient against the patients’ better sense, no matter how wrong it may seem to the physician. Contrary, when a patient attempts to force the hand of a physician for a treatment that the physician feels to be wrong, you could expect only trouble if the physician gives in. Much public pseudo-professionism is a result of a combination of the internet and big Pharma direct patient marketing. Another way in which pseudo-professionalism manifests itself is with the “2nd opinion”. In the past, a second opinion was often required by an insurance company. Now, many websites encourage seeking a second opinion. The problem with the second opinion is that a patient will never be able to adequately and critically choose between two doctors without a large amount of personal health care experience. Rarely is second opinion thinking correct. I have had patients turn me down because their second opinion physician gave them a kinder hug at the end of the session, or had a slicker office, or had better name recognition from advertising. When I discover that I’ve just wasted an hour or more with a highly anxious patient who just saw me as a second opinion and now is even more anxious in needing to decide between physicians, I will ask them for what criteria they would be using to determine who would be the best physician for them–typically, their answer betrays the other physician promising false security or over-rated expectations of what is physically or humanly possible. Therefore, I refuse to see second opinions, and will immediately cut off a second opinion visit unless the patient swears that they intend to stay under my service. I am not an entertainment committee to amuse the curiosity of needy patients. They can watch a medical soap on television for that.  Meanwhile, while patients become the “professionals”, physicians are rapidly loosing their concept of “professionalism”. I already railed about physician advertising, the loss of a true moral creed for physicians, and increasing dishonesty with physicians. Since the advent of the 80 hour residency workweek, personal time and comfort has taken a strong priority over the care of the patient. I was taught that one always sacrificed personal time when a patient needed your care. Residency meant almost never planning an event, since your primary responsibility was for your patients, and not the movie or restaurant you would be attending that evening. It was considered immoral to be an employed physician, as that meant confused loyalties. All of that is gone, and physicians have become nothing more than highly intensively trained plumbers or electricians. We are no longer professionals, but sophisticated and highly educated blue-collar workers. In return, we no longer have the right to expect to be treated like professionals.

Concomitant with these changes among health care professionals and patients, are changes that are occurring throughout our society, which influence medicine and the attitude of physicians.

1. Loss of personal integrity. I am called by the chart reviewer and asked to up-grade a person’s admission for no reason other than increased reimbursement by Medicare, and Medicare would allow it. The whole idea seemed quite dishonest to me, or at least encouraged serious inconsistencies, that would leave us physicians always wondering from moment to moment whether we were being “honest” rather than violating some crazy medicare rule. Physicians no longer desire integrity as a supreme quality. Efficiency and profitability come first.

2. De-personalization of others. While walking home one day recently, I passed a number of people, and would usually smile at them and either nod my head or say hello to them. The typical response was for the passerby to walk on, head slightly turned away from me, and not even acknowledge the presence of another person. De-personalization has affected medicine in many similar ways, so that people have become more and more fragmented, consisting of lungs and livers and intestines. This attitude has been true of the past, but distinctively truer now, and more obvious on the wards.

So, where does that leave me? In a sense, I dread being back in the bathtub of medicine, since the water now has become quite filthy. The next feuchtblog will talk about who is responsible for breaking medicine. I might eventually write a blog about my thoughts regarding what could be done to fix the healthcare crisis that we are in.

Dar Essalam

January 9th, 2010

Mike and Anne S. were good friends from first moving to Puyallup. Mike was a doctor at Good Samaritan Hospital, but retired in order to do medical work in Morocco. Since then, cousin Dee and her husband Abdellah started a Moroccan restaurant in Wilsonville just south of Portland. So, it was decided that Mike and I would run down to Portland with our wives to have Moroccan food. I’ve reported on this restaurant in prior blogs on the .Mac site. Now, we were taking two friends in love with Morocco with us.

Mike & Anne

Mike and Anne

Dar Essalam Group

Mike, Anne, Ken, and Betsy

We came dressed in Moroccan and Cameroonian outfits. Dee and Abdellah were again most hospitable, and the restaurant was packed to the brim, so both Abdellah and Dee as well as their two sons were working quite feverishly.

Carter and Zack

Zack and Carter

Abdallah and Ken

Abdallah and Ken

Dee in the restaurant kitchen

Dee working feverishly in the kitchen

My siblings also showed up…

Brother Gaylon

Gaylon

Gloria and friend

Gloria and friend

Lewis & Carol

Lewis & Carol

Once again, the food was absolutely stupendous. I had no idea that Moroccan food could be so good. It is certainly much better than French cuisine, and most Amerikan food. But then, I’m told that Cousin Dee is probably the best Moroccan chef in the entire world, including Morocco. If you live in the Northwest, and haven’t gone to their restaurant, it is totally worth taking the drive. You’ll find directions at their website (click here). This truly is a 5-star restaurant for quality of food and ambiance.

End of the Sabbatical

January 2nd, 2010

The year 2009 is now gone, but I am thankful for all the events of the year. In summary, I started by spending 5 weeks in Germany, mostly going to language school at the Goethe Institut in Düsseldorf, but also spending time with Herbert and with Katja and Hannes.  On return home, Betsy and my time was spent preparing for Bangladesh, and we spent 10 weeks there working at Malumghat Christian Hospital. After returning home, I had a wonderful summer, riding my new bicycle and doing some simpler hikes. Another attempt with Jonny and Russ A. to hike the entire Wonderland trail  met in retreat because of rain, but we did some wonderful bicycling around Crater Lake instead. Betsy and I then headed out to Northern Cameroon, working at l’Hopital de Meskine. On coming home just before Thanksgiving, I decided to return to work 3 weeks early so that I wouldn’t spend time at home getting on Betsy’s nerves. At New Year’s beginning, we were blessed with the visit of Alex V., who is now my son-in-law. We could not have been more blessed, and Betsy and I both regard him as a perfect person for our Rachel, and we are most proud to have him in the family. See the separate blog covering the wedding.

The only crisis during the year was the iWeb crash. Should you wish to refer to my previous adventures, reviews or blogs, you will need to go back to my old site on .mac. This current site has a great advantage, in that, as I learn XHTML and .css, I’ll be able to have much more freedom in modifying the site to my pleasure. Also, there is less of a chance for a serious crash. You will have the ability to RSS this website, in that you can tell your mail program to receive RSS feeds from http://feuchtblog.net . I will not be sending out notices every time the webpage is updated, and will update this site a bit more often. Please feel free to write comments, especially if you disagree with me. Unlike a few of my commie pinkie freak relatives/friends/fiends who refuse to publish certain comments from me that don’t exactly jive with their Weltanschauungen, I will not block your entries unless your writing is overtly offensive or obscene. Therefore, remember that comments do not necessarily reflect my point of view. If you are too timid to make a blog comment, then drop me an e-mail.

Nota Bene

You have not heard from me in website-communication since late September 2009. Since then, I have reviewed 20 plus books, multiple movies and pieces of music, and have posted the Cameroon adventures. You are welcome to go back a bit to review those blogs. Everything (except for one or two entries) are entirely new and have not been published on the old site. I have not quite mastered the art of xhtml mark-up, and so photos don’t always fit in correctly. Those will be corrected over time.

Alex and Rachel’s Wedding

January 2nd, 2010

Alex proposed to our daughter Rachel after our visit to Sioux Center, Iowa this summer. They decided to have a winter wedding. Betsy had the preponderance of responsibility for organizing the wedding, and she did marvelously. We are most delighted to have Alex as a son-in-law as he and his family are very pleasant and entirely delightful to be around. I did not attempt to obtain a massive number of traditional photos, but did get some of the action shots that the wedding photographer may not necessarily have taken. Here they are…

Preparing Rachel's hair for the wedding

A surprised Alex coming in before the wedding

Preparing the decorations inside the church

The reception dinner area

Sir Patrick - grandson

Alex calm as a cucumber

Alex and Dad before the ceremony

The Groomsmen

The brides area

Sister Sarah with Rachel

Carol making the Cake

The cake - strong work, Carol

Photo time before the Wedding

Hannah the Flower Girl

Just Made Man and Wife

Alex & Rachel VanV.

Pastor Rob makes sure everybody leaves in order

Newlyweds

Reception frolics

Alex Cuts the Cake

The limo waits

Full speed to the hotel, please!!!!

And they disappear into the night...

Final Days in Cameroon

November 23rd, 2009

08NOV2009 The photo below shows  the Lutheran church in town, one week ago. It is a much smaller church that the one in Meskine that we usually attend. We did appreciate the service quite a bit, though it was a touch more formal than the other church.

Yesterday I took a bicycle ride from the hospital up to the mountains. This was done with Carsten and Scott. We took off at 6 am, rode for two hours, and went nearly 20 miles. It was over dirt road, and so mountain bikes were imperative.

I think the natives were more puzzled about us than we were about them. You can see their standard home structure, with a cluster of Boukarous and mud walls enclosing the village.

The Meskine missionaries invited a priest from the Anglican church to come give meetings for four days.  He was heavily influenced by the teaching of the Toronto Blessing, which is an form of Pentecostalism. There were many “words from the Lord” and talk about healings. Some basic doctrines of the faith, such as the doctrines of Christology, were brought into question. My feeling was that though the missionaries wished for “revival”, a revival of emotions without revival of the primacy of God’s word is doomed to failure, frustration, and a worse end than if nothing at all occurred. You are left momentarily with the haunting notion that maybe there is a form of Christian faith, a technique or belief structure, that will magically transform you into somebody that can heal on command, read minds, and hear God directly. Unfortunately, there is no magic, but there are the Scriptures, with God speaking about as plainly as imaginable. So, our doubts about missing a “higher blessing” are relieved by knowing that attendance to God’s word alone gives the highest blessing.

That evening everybody went out to dinner, and we had sauerkraut. It wasn’t the best sauerkraut that I’ve ever had.

Today, we attended the main church in Meskine, partially skipping out of the healings and words from the Lord. It is quite a dramatic event, and so I include a short portion of video. The natives here are excellent musicians, and Betsy and I both enjoyed native African beats with Christian songs.

MVI_2014

There is general singing, mostly in Fulfulde, but also in French. Then, various sub-groups will get up to sing in their particular dialect. When it came to the time for us Western folk to sing, it was just Carsten’s family and Betsy and I, so we had Betsy sing “Amazing Grace” as a solo. It was well received. Sermons and more singing occurred. The entire service lasts 2.5-3 hours. As you can see, the worship is quite animated, and there is more body movement than in Western churches (except for the Pentecostals, of course!).

13NOV09 Time is quickly coming to an end. Having felt light-headed soon after arrival in Cameroon, I solved matters by cutting my blood pressure medicine in half. I am already on the lowest dose possible, so now I am just about taking naturopathic doses the last 4 weeks. I measured my blood pressure during the stress of a busy surgical day, and it was 100/60. I am beginning to draw further conclusions as to the probable cause and treatment of my hypertension. I just wonder what my weight and cholesterol levels are doing. We are preparing for a trip to Roumsiki with the Kretzschmar family this weekend. It is a small resort town located on the Cameroun/Nigerian border. There are supposed to be some interesting volcanic formations, and it is known as one of the more beautiful parts of the country. Though it is only 80 miles at most away, it will take us about 4-5 hours to get there, since the road is anything but ideal. More on that later.

I showed up at the operating room this morning, and the techs invited me into their own room for brunch. They were sitting around a bowl of what they called “soup”, and sticks of French bread, which they would break off, dunk in the soup, and then eat. It was quite spicy, and tasted great. I suddenly realized what had occurred at the Lord’s supper, as I joined into the common pot.

The brunch was served with Cameroon tea, which was quite sweet, and tasted just like lal cha from Bangladesh. That will be one of my more memorable experiences, and it really touched me that the techs would honor me like what they did, inviting me to join with them.

17NOV09 We have just returned with the Kretzschmars from Roumsiki, one of the few resort towns of Cameroon.

It actually was very nice. We stayed at a resort that is maintained by a Swiss man and a native Cameroonian lady. The resort has the comforts of a typical Western hotel, including a swimming pool.

The area is known for its volcanic granite rock formations, that are seen throughout the horizon.

We took a hike one day down into the valley enclosed by these formations, and actually entered Nigeria. The path, though steep, is heavily traveled by donkeys bearing large loads of goods from Nigeria, as well as ladies carrying massive volumes on their heads.

The donkeys are essentially the Cameroonian equivalent of large transport trucks. We were also able to step foot into Nigeria. Here is Betsy and I in Nigeria.

The next day, Carsten and I tried to climb Roum, which is the mountain around which the town is made. He did okay, but I was slipping too much from poor shoes, and decided to opt out of the very last few hundred feet. This the mountain to which the Kapsiki speaking people escaped to from the Muslim terrorists-I mean, invaders. You can see caves where they hid out.

We later went to visit a house of an animist. Each of his many wives has their own home, while he has the biggest, close to where the goats are kept.

Afterwards, we realized that Betsy was having a high temperature, and quickly realized that she was having a bout of malaria, so got her going on Co-Artem.

The ride home was a little difficult with sick Betsy and sick children, since, if you look at a map, it looks like a major thoroughfare, but in actuality, it is dirt road of the worst possible condition.

Diane, if you are reading right now, look closely, as it’s not a cow nor a horse, but a donkey.

19NOV09

Over the last few days in Meskine, the morning temperature has dropped as low as 73ºF, and many people, nationals and ex-pats alike, are wearing heavy jackets and wool hats. Babies are bundled in extra sets of thick clothing. It has become very cold for people accustomed to living in 110ºF weather.

Last night, I did prayer rounds with Martin, one of the evangelists at the hospital. 6/8 people we prayed for were Christian. It is amazing how many Christians are in this mostly Muslim area. The missionaries and many of the native Christians will make rounds on every hospital patient each Tuesday evening, and that has been an interesting way for me to see the patients in a totally different light from that as a physician. It is especially delightful to be able to spend time with the Natives. My pre-conceived conception of them as being a tad bit primitive, living in mud huts, etc., is entirely wrong, and I am amazed at their wit, intelligence, and awareness of world events. Most people have cell phones. Most Natives speak at least two languages, many as much as 4-5 languages fluently. It is not loin-cloth jungle savages barely commanding what lays a few yards beyond their existence.

23NOV09 We are finally home, with a moderate case of jet-lag. Yet, we are thankful to see family, and to touch base with our home and surroundings, while sustaining good health. I now have a laundry list of chores to do before I go back to work on 07DEC. Before then, I’ll probably publish some reflections on the past year, which will go unannounced by e-mail. So, stay in touch.

Crazy Days in Cameroon

November 4th, 2009

21OCT2009 – Please also read “First Days in Cameroon”. I tried publishing blog updates from Cameroon, and it would not go through, so, the trip to Cameroon will be a series of several blogs. The above photo shows Sadjo and Carsten in the OR. Sadjo is Muslim, though a most friendly person, and most intelligent. He was one of the first employees at the hospital, brought in when he was a young man, and trying to earn a living as a tailor. He now spends most of his time sewing people.

Today, I did a oophorectomy/hysterectomy on the Pyles cat. This was performed in the quiet of their back porch, using Ketamine as the anesthesia, and Kalabasoo helping with the surgery. It was a bit floundering, but the cat seemed to survive our ordeal. At 1700, Carsten dropped by for our first bicycle ride. He rode out into the fields surrounding Meskine, noting that cotton and Millet were the main crops. Both seemed to be doing well. There are mountains surrounding Meskine, and several have large monkey populations. Our hope is to have a little more time to ride further. Since it gets dark at 1800, we were limited to about 20 km ride today. You must use mountain bikes, since the roads are dirt, and are not in terribly good shape.

I am still doing a lot of operating, and fortunately, able to give Carsten a break more often. This has been good for him. We have also been discussing ways to help Meskine get back into general orthopedics, like bringing the SIGN-nail to Meskine. This is an intramedullary nail that you run down the middle of a long bone in order to stabilize a fracture. They are then able to return to function much quicker. Carsten has been absolutely delightful to be around, and we have been able to work well together. I think that I need to learn better German in order to communicate with him and my other German relatives and friends.

On 23OCT, I did a D&C, today a cystolithotomy (removing a stone from the urinary bladder), as well as herniae repair and abscess drainage. The types of surgery seem to be rapidly expanding. It has been an enjoyable experience in the OR. I am still frustrated by the inability to perfectly communicate with Carsten, but fortunately, he is moderately patient. Simple things are easy, but when trying to describe precise details of an operation or procedure, I don’t have the vocabulary in either French or German to adequately communicate.

27OCT, no changes. It rained yesterday, and the temperature fell to 80ºF. It was the first night here where we slept without the air conditioner running. I’m working feverishly on my French, so that I may communicate a little better.

30OCT, our time seems to be winding down. This AM, I went to the hospital 15 minute prayer service, opening with the songs “How Great Thou Art”, and “To God be the Glory”, in French of course. It was interesting to see how joyful the Africans were, in that they could not even sit down to sing these songs. They tend to be far more animated than Western folk. I compare that to the woeful sound of the call to prayer heard 4-5 times/day over loudspeakers in the village mosque next to the hospital grounds. Islam is such a sad religion compared to Christianity. Later, Scott Pyles and I went to do a reading to a young Muslim man showing some interest in the faith. This is similar to a reading that Betsy went to a week ago, where a missionary will go to a Muslim house, and will have bible stories, that they will read. In this instance, it was a bible story of the tabernacle in the wilderness, written in Arabic script, but using the Fulani language. All in all, it was a very pleasant experience.

The bottom photo shows some of the students of the person we went to read to. They learn to read and write by writing the Koran out on a large wooden board, which they are displaying. Once they have one page memorized, they erase the board, and put on the next page. This person lived in a one room house, inside a large compound of about a city block, housing several hundred people, including 90 some children, many barnyard animals and goats. His wife had just had a child, and the tradition is for the wife to stay with her mother for forty days after the first child, in order to learn how to raise the child.

Diane, it’s not a cow! It’s a goat!

Though missionaries may be chided for trying to “sell” religion, I would remind the dear reader that coercion or force is never used by the Christians like the Muslims, as many Muslims would readily convert if the societal pressure and intimidation was not so great. Also, the missionaries are almost always the first to form languages for remote peoples, and to teach them how to read and write. Contrary to M. Mead who would love to “preserve” ancient cultures, those ancient cultures all desperately wish to move into the 20th century like the rest of mankind, and Islam, unlike Christianity, is doing absolutely nothing to assist in mankind trying to improve their lot. I show a child trying to learn the Koran. Though many children might recite the Koran in Arabic, they have no clue as to what it says or means, as they do not understand Arabic. It would be like Christians insisting that one recite the Scriptures in Latin in order to find favor with God. Fortunately, our God is multi-lingual.

03NOV09 Today, I turned into a Urologist. We had a patient whom was thought to have a vesico-vaginal fistula. We could not find the fistula by instilling blue dye in her bladder, but noted serious urinary incontinence. So, we happened to have some bladder suspension kits, and I had seen it done several times, and went ahead and did it. In spite of that, we still noted a small amount of urine persistently coming into the bladder. So, I suggested we wake her up, do an IVP, and assess the problem. That would be true in the US or Europe, but not here. We proceeded to open her bladder, searched hopelessly for a fistula, but noted that there was absolutely no urine coming out of the left ureter. Again, I suggested a work-up. Sadjo suggested otherwise. We opened her up,  and found a markedly dilated left ureter, and much scarring surrounding the most distal ureter. So, our decision was to simply re-implant the left ureter into the bladder. This we did in a standard fashion, Sadjo paying close attention, since he will not only repeat the surgery someday, but probably do it better next time. It’s quite incredible working with these guys. As mentioned above, Sadjo was nothing but an ambitious young tailor, hired on for the hospital 17 years ago, fluent in Fulfulde, French, English, Arabic, and some German, now in his mid-forties, owning a large cattle ranch, working evening in the tailor business, as well as pursuing his love for surgery. He and Barbar are a total joy to work with.

The weather is cooler now. It was only 85ºF last night, which now seems cool to us. This time of year, winds from the north commence, causing a red dust to fill the atmosphere. The surrounding mountains no longer appear crisp, but a blurry red. This causes the temperature to cool down, but also leaves dust everywhere. I now remain a touch more congested, and am constantly sneezing from the irritation of the dust.

Just a little mention of all those who have made our stay memorable.

Sadjo and Barbar are the two main techs. Sadjo is Muslim, Barbar Christian, and totally opposite personalities, Sadjo being quiet and thoughtful, Barbar expressive and impulsive, alway saying “Ah cha cha”.

Tijani and Walko, quiet workers, Tijani’s uncle is chief of the village, and Walko is a tech that does much of the minor things in the operating room, as well as much of the anesthesia.

Saido,Roger and Falkamo also do anesthesia. It is usually spinal (rachidienne) or ketamine. All are absolutely superb. They can also do general intubation, but the OR is not well set up for that.

Vadera and Wome also do a lot of the minor activities like wound debridements and rapproachments (wound closures).

So now I turn to the missionaries that we have met. We loved all of them. Each one has become special to us in their own way. So, let’s start with Scott and Lee. They, along with Danny and Frances, started this place. It was their vision and hard work that led to the founding of Hopital de Meskine, and it continually shows. Scott is responsible for the main leadership, and possesses an uncanny sense of wit and humor about him. He is always able to break a tense situation with a word or comment that leaves a smile on others. Lee is amazingly hard working, and keeps everything in the surgery end of things running well.

So now I turn to the missionaries that we have met. We loved all of them. Each one has become special to us in their own way. So, let’s start with Scott and Lee. They, along with Danny and Frances, started this place. It was their vision and hard work that led to the founding of Hopital de Meskine, and it continually shows. Scott is responsible for the main leadership, and possesses an uncanny sense of wit and humor about him. He is always able to break a tense situation with a word or comment that leaves a smile on others. Lee is amazingly hard working, and keeps everything in the surgery end of things running well.

David and Patsy have been most special. David runs the informatics side of things, and keeps communications going. They are more quiet workers, but always possess a gentle loving spirit. Their hospitality will always be remembered. One day, Betsy was commenting on her bad back, and the next day, David dropped by a special chair that was very comfortable on her back. That really touched us, just the caring for little things in another person’s life.

Andrew and Kari have had two young adopted children to care for and so we have not had the opportunity to get to know them nearly as well as the other missionaries. They are also a bit newer, and so are working on learning the languages and becoming effective on the mission.

Carsten, Annette, and their children Rabea, Lucas, and Aaron (here, shown with Betsy and Marike in Roumsiki) have become quite well known to us. I have spoken more about Carsten in other places, since I have been working with him in surgery, but their entire family remains special. Carsten and Annette grew up in the former DDR in Leipzig. He and Annette are both very musically enclined, and he happens to like Bach, which makes them very much true friends. I truly hope to visit them in August in Leipzig, if the Lord wills.

Carsten and Annette have a young German girl named Marike (here shown with Rabea) from Baden-Württemberg helping out with teaching the children, and also working in the hospital, since she would like to eventually go into Medicine. She has been very special to us, since she has been able to help us better converse with Carsten and Annette, since she is fluent in German, French, and English. Her maturity and love for the Lord has been especially noticed by us.

Me with Josephine, Melissa with Aisha, Sarah, Kari and Ruth. Josephine is a general practitioner from the Netherlands, Melissa a short-termer from Louisiana, and Sarah a PA from Michigan. I’ve not had much of a chance to interact with Josephine, but have really appreciated getting to know her. She very sweet, is fluent in Dutch, German, English, French, as well as Fulfulde, and also a superb, caring doctor. I don’t know how she does it. Sarah has been wonderful to have. She is a real take-charge person, very industrious, and very capable in the tasks she has at the hospital. She rarely makes bad decisions, and has been a joy to work with. Kari is a physical therapist, whom I haven’t had the ability to get to know well. I appreciate her sweet temperament, as well as her loving demeanor around natives and patients. We had just gotten to know Ruth, who is working mostly in Chad, and quite fluent in Arabic.

First Days in Cameroon

October 17th, 2009

Betsy and I left home on 26SEPT. Dr. King took us to the airport, and we flew out on Air France to Paris, with an eight hour stopover and then on to N’dJemena, Chad. Adama picked us up at the airport, and drove us to the guest house, that had not quite prepared for our arrival. We made do, and was able leave by road to Meskine the next day, driven by Adama. The roads had multiple large potholes, yet Adama still drove at roughly 60-80 mph, the exact speed not known since the speedometer constantly read “0”.  One of our four boxes had not arrived, though we were assured that it would be in in several days, and promptly delivered to us. On 30SEPT, I started working in the OR. It is much different than in Bangladesh, in that the surgeon does very little ward care, but spends most of his time in the OR suite, or seeing consults. It will take me a few days to get used to things. The workers all speak a little English, and I spent much of my time speaking German with the other Surgeon, Carsten, who is from Leipzig.

02OCT, our final box arrived, missing only a few items, such as clorox wipes, which we can survive without. Surgery has been busy, with a few very odd cases. One was a 12 yo boy, gored by a bull, coming in several days later (how many, we don’t know), and his only injury was a complete division of his common bile duct. We did a Roux-en-Y reconstruction, but he died later that night. There are too many other cases to talk about, and I’m sure you’re not interested, so, we’ll let it slide.

10OCT, we had a fairly busy week at the hospital, but able to relax on the weekend. All is going well. I haven’t taken too many photographs, and I am not getting out of the compound too often. The US State Dept. informed us of a cholera epidemic in town, though we will still to go in to eat tonight. It is a bit harder than Bangladesh to acclimatize to the heat, and I’m not sure exactly why. Otherwise, save for a bout of travelers’ diarrhea which resolved quickly in both Betsy and myself, all is going well.  A few days later, we spent with Carsten and Annette on the river flowing through Moroua. This river is now just a stream, but will fill its banks at some times of the year, and in a month, will be completely dry.

The main church in Meskine has about 100 adult members, and though church starts at 8 o’clock and lasts until 10:30 AM, most people arrive between 8 and 9 am, filtering in slowly, and sitting with their own people group. The various groups are then invited sequentially to sing a song for the remainder of the folk, including a time for us white people, who usually sing in French some hymn.

Notice, the Christmas decorations remain, like in Bangladesh. Our house is quite nice, and here are some photos.

Yes. The bed has mosquito netting. No mosquito bites at night. The main crop in this area is Millet, which looks a bit like corn.

Firewood also is in huge demand, as they prefer firewood over natural gas, even though firewood is more expensive than gas!  Getting photos in the community has been a serious problem, because, unlike Bangladesh where everybody fought to have you take their photo, the natives will turn and run if you get out your camera. Both situations below witnessed this happen…

Here is the whole missionary group at Annette’s birthday party, with real ice cream made from powdered milk!!!! …

We’re having a good time, and feeling like we are contributing a bit to the entire effort. More to follow…

P.S. Aren’t you glad I didn’t include any political discussion. Though we’ve stayed in touch with American and World news, and watched the Stalk Market (sic!) and price of gold fluctuate, it seems a touch removed from us, where our patients simply are wondering if they will have food for the next day. We have much to be thankful for, in spite of our national distresses. The next few years are going to be time to re-think the real battles that face us, and hopefully they are not simply battles for peace, security, and prosperity, as the end result will probably be the opposite of what we seek. Fortunately, Betsy and I have had time to read and think (see Bookblog) and talk, and it has helped in keeping us on track together about our goals for the coming few years, as I return to work.

Obama Cares

August 27th, 2009

My best friend kindly rebuked me for my absence of propriety in discussing issues sensitive to race. He is correct. But, it is a hard balance. Any political commentary against the reigning Führer is deemed to be racial, as evidenced by Jimmy Carters‘ comment about Wilson’s inappropriate (though true) epithet in the joint (congress).

As Pat Buchanan said regarding Carter’s comment, “Carter’s contribution to the national debate represents a truly rare blend of malevolence, ignorance and moral arrogance.” (click here for reference)…  Unfortunately race is being used as a witch-hunt accusation against anybody who seems to be strongly opinionated in a non-liberal fashion. Similar accusations happened recently with sexual orientation. I can’t wait until we get a cross-dressing gay/lesbian for president—my comments will then be delivered in an unrestrained though personally detrimental fashion.

ObamaCare!!!!. . . I would really like to obtain a Medizinmann outfit like Obama is wearing as pictured above. Maybe I’ll be able to purchase one while in Cameroon. I think that my patients would love that. We must not act judgmentally against those who hate the AMA/Big Pharma/Medical Industrial complex. After all, there is a dominant role for  the chiropractic, naturopathic, transcendental meditation, Christian Science practitioner, Voodoo, alternative medicine, Medizinmann health care provider within general medical practice. Just ask my brother Dennis!

We reflect back on the Obamaphilia the nation experienced a half year ago. School children sang in solemn reverential worship about Obama. People displayed their ecstasy over Obama now being able to rescue their bank accounts, put food on the table, clothe them and give them comfortable shelter, regardless of their ability or desire to work for those things. He was even likened to a saint that we could pray to.

He may not have come through yet with providing those material items of sustenance, yet, like God in heaven, he watches over our very thoughts, and will hold us accountable if we rise in rebellion against him. Thus, we are no longer policed just for our actions, but also what we might perhaps, perchance, vielleicht, peut-être, possibly, could have been thinking.

In terms of commenting on the virtues and failures of ObamaCare, I believe that I have said more than enough.  So, now I’ll tell you what I really think of Obama. He is a corrupt, dishonest racial bigot hell-bent on an agenda that is polar opposites of the beliefs and philosophies of the founding fathers of America. He is a traitor to the state that has doubtful constitutional credentials to serve as our president, speaks with forked-tongue, smooth and slick, yet working toward philosophic ends that when embraced by other nations has always led to their inevitable ruin. Though he shows signs of intelligence, he lacks any sort of true wisdom to adequately guide a nation, and instead will dupe the masses with his worm-wooded tongue. In spite of that, the masses voted him into office, and they deserve what they will get, so I wish Obama total success with two to four or more terms in office as president. The only regret is for those who wish to maintain honest quiet lives with a separate morality from our Obamination-in-chief, like my children and grand-children. So, to our new national anthem, needing just a few substitutions of words….

The Mickey Mouse Club March

Enough of that! The last month was quite event-filled.  Most of it was filled with bicycling and reading. I attempted to backpack the Wonderland Trail for a second time, with Jon and Russ, but was heavily rained out the first night. We drove home, dried out, and headed down to Crater Lake for two fantastic rides. The weather has remained quite desultory, with rain constantly threatening, but with weather breaks leaving us wishing that we were in the mountains.

Other events… Alex, Rachel’s fiancé, came to visit. I was able to take him around Mt. Rainier. It was nice having him here, and I am very proud to be able to call him a son-in-law. The wedding is on 02JAN10.

I learned to do Panorama shots, using a tripod, and then stitching together various panned shots using photoshop. Here is a view of Rainier that I did on top of the first Burroughs Mountain Summit…

This photo can be blown up to a huge photo, since it is about 7 photographs put together, with 12 megaPx definition, taken on a tripod, so it is a sharp image even at huge magnifications.

With Diane’s help, we also mastered the art of making Pico de Gallo. Here is the top secret recipe…

1 scotch bonnet pepper

2-3 Jalapeno peppers

1-2 Serrano peppers

1 Green pepper

8 cloves garlic

Clean them all out, wash out the seeds, and chop them VERY fine in a food processor. Add…

1-large Walla Walla sweet onion

1 large bunch of fresh Cilantro, with the stems removed

This time, chop them moderately fine in the food processor. Then, remove all the ingredients from the food processor, and add the juice of two fresh limes, and two tbsp. of salt. Finally, take 12 Roma tomatoes, wash out the juicy innerds, chop by hand modestly fine, and fold into the pepper concoction. This makes a great Pico de Gallo, that is not too spicy. Please do not give away this recipe to anybody, as it is TOP SECRET!!!!! It is the mixture of the various types of peppers with lots of lime juice that creates a pleasant taste. But, beware when cleaning the peppers, as they are highly toxic!

Liam was baptized, our fourth grandchild. That was a wonderful experience, and Pastor Scott did a nice job of officiating the event. That same day in the evening, Resurrection Presbyterian church became a real church, loosing its mission status. Thus, we elected elders and had Pastor Scott appointed as the official minister. I feel very good about both the choice of elders, and David Scott’s ability to serve as a pastor. Scott seems to have grown in pastoral skills by leaps and bounds since we first met several years ago, and we have deeply appreciated his ministry in Puyallup.

As you can see, we had the kids over for ice cream afterwards. They also got to experience our new deck, built since the old deck was rotting out, and actually becoming dangerous. We found a carpenter with a good price, and so was able to follow up on a project that I started 10 years ago. It seemed like forever to finish this deck. Here are some photos, though it is not quite finished, including getting a roof on the gazebo…

I was able to do one last bicycle ride with Russ. We rode from the top of Chinook Pass down 27+ miles, and then back. Later, we stopped at our favorite ice cream stop, Wapiti Woolies, famous, since they make the cap that every great contemporary climber from the US has worn in the Himalaya expeditions, including Ed Viesturs… They have photos from a smorgasboard of the hall of fame of American climbers on their wall, showing themselves on the Summit of Everest or Annapurna or where-ever in Wapiti Woolie hats…

The last photo is Russ on the right with Bob, who owns Wapiti Woolies.

Meanwhile, we need to pack for Cameroon. We leave on the 26th of September, and will be in Cameroon for two months. I must learn French. I prefer to talk German as my second language. French has too many silly grammar rules. French used to be the language of the self-acclaimed intellectual snobs in college. I took Russian instead. I tried to talk Russian with a German accent. My Russian teacher always needed to correct me. Except for the articles, German seems the closest of any foreign language to English. I’ve finished Part I of French in Action, which is the most entertaining language program I know, but I still feel most comfortable sitting down and listening to a German podcast or reading Der Spiegel on-line. German just kind of clicks in my brain, even though I don’t understand all of what is being said. I’ve also just finished a book written by a missionary surgeon in Nepal titled “Don’t Let the Goats Eat the Loquat Trees”. It was an enjoyable read, and certainly seemed to reflect what I’ve seen in Bangladesh more than any other book that I’ve read so far. You can see the full review in the books section.

Unless the internet connection in Cameroon is fantastic, you will probably not see any more posts on this site until we return to the US, which is thanksgiving time. Expect to see a lengthy post at that time. Remember to keep us in your thoughts and prayers as we serve in Cameroon, and e-mail us if you think of it. We fly into N’Djamena, Chad, and the travel to the Maroua, Cameroon area, where we will be staying.

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