Thursday, May 13, 2010

Letting Go- Author Unknown

Nice Poem, Do With it What you will.


Letting Go
Author Unknown


To let go doesn't mean to stop caring;
it means I can't do it for someone else.
To let go is not to cut myself off...
it's the realization that I can't control another...
To let go is not to enable,
but to allow learning from natural consequences.
To let go is to admit powerlessness,
which means the outcome is not in my hands.
To let go is not to try and change or blame another,
I can only change myself.
To let go is not to care for, but to care about.
To let go is not to fix, but be supportive.
To let go is not to judge, 
but to allow another to be a human being.
To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,
but to allow others to affect their own outcomes,
but to allow others to affect their own outcomes.
To let go is not to be protective,
it is to permit another to face reality.
To let go is not to deny, but to accept.
To let go is not to nag, scold or argue,
but to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.
To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,
but to take each day as it comes and cherish the moment.
To let go is not to criticize and regulate anyone,
but to try to become what I dream I can be.
To let go is not to regret the past,
but to grow and live for the future.
To let go is to fear less and love more

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Blogging about Alzheimer's and Social Responsibility?

     After Joe P's last post a couple of weeks ago, I started thinking about the purpose of this blog. Joe says people with AD read the blog (I am not sure who besides Joe) but then again it is a blog. Joe's posts have been fantastic and articulate, I know he works hard on them and for someone with AD, he challenges all of our stereotypes of an Alzheimer's victim.
     I wish there was a way I could get rid of Joe's disease to make him well again, for every victim and every family I wish I could do that. If someone waved a magic wand and said change your blog or stop blogging or jump this high and you will cure Alzheimer's- wouldn't that be fantastic? Joe talks of the frustration in reading this blog, not always understanding what I am posting. This shows the same frustration and the helplessness and out of control feeling I felt with my mother many years ago, as she succumbed to the disease. I still feel it for Joe and the five million other people suffering with the disease and the 40-50 million loved ones affected. All those feelings.
     I know if I tried to change the blog it would not stop the out of control disease. I wish I could.
     The posts are getting a little hard for him to read and of course being a person who happens to be a doctor and a physician and basically spending all day, every day trying to help people giving all of one's inner strength to others to help and heal them (because that is what being a real doctor actually does, ( contrary to our societal prejudice and stereotyping of physicians and psychiatrists.), I started thinking are my sometimes angry, even sardonic, sarcastic yet honest posts not nice? not helpful? not therapeutic?
     Do we blog for ourselves or do we blog for everyone else?
     I am not interested in making anyone feel bad or confusing them-with hard to read posts or in any other way, so honest to God, if you read this blog and you are a caregiver or a victim in early Alzheimer's stages and you read this and it makes you upset in any way, DO NOT READ IT. That is not the intent.
     I promise that there are thousands of blogs out there written in so many different ways, some offensive or hard to understand and some much more self-help and user friendly than this one, and everything in between.
    I hope it helps some people by providing info, knowledge or wisdom or experience, but that was never really the primary goal. In fact the primary reason for blogging was to just write, to blog. I know sometimes the posts are helpful, filled with info that might not appear on other blogs. Sometimes it is just writing and publishing, and it is about the reader, like a book, a connection for better or worse, between a writer and a reader.
     Other people get to blog freely, so why can't I, freely and honestly? Pressure and a conflict in myself.  If I blog as a person who happens to be a physician, do I have an ethical obligation (that others don't) to always try to make my blog helpful to people? Thereby compromising my integrity, freedom and honesty? People complain so much that physicians are not human and disconnected, so if you are human like in this blog: I have learned that people are not always happy with that either. People are not really comfortable letting go of their stereotypes of docs.
As much as people have their terrible misguided animosity towards physicians or psychiatrists, based on their own terrible experience that they expected or they heard about from someone else, would it be better to start over and lie (like some many blogs out there and pretend I was something other than what I am?) I guess I just can't do it.
     I promise not all psychiatrists are low life weasels, but so many people need to hold onto that, serves some purpose. Frankly it gets a little old. Truly it upsets some people if you even try to defend your profession, you just can't win.
    My book like the blog, sort of lets people in on quite a few things, that are totally upsetting to read about and certainly not something the medical world openly discusses. People don't like that part, it makes some mad, I get so tired of pretense and lack of honesty, so someone needs to talk about things.
    This blog is not really clinical, it is just my thoughts and feelings, not meant to be above or below any one's intellect. Its just how I think as a human being, we all get some slack don't we? I mean sometimes it is clinical but sometimes it is just thoughts, that's the beauty of blogging isn't it?
     When I went into psychiatry, 20 years ago, I really thought it was the most humane of medical specialties in so many ways. It took many years to figure out what a scapegoat the entire profession is. Think about it, people bring their terrible upbringings to you- pain, trauma, abuse, in-humanness, terrible experiences, with an expectation that another person will fix it all. Do you think a little of the pain, rage and anger,  if not like all, gets displaced onto that "SHRINK" especially when they can't fix it all. Throw in the wonderful world of psychopharmacology and there you have it.
     Perhaps the toughest part of the work, the most emotionally grueling aspect, is that as a doctor you basically give up most of your life in an effort to help others, you must treat everyone with the same empathy and compassion and positive regard, no matter how much your moral compass disagrees or disagrees with the actions of that person you have taken an oath to care for, you still care.
     In other words think about it, you get to (you must) treat a child molesting, murdering, rapist, in the same nonjudgmental compassionate way as you would that sad depressed old lady who is now widowed and whom basically gave up her whole life serving others and is now suffering with Alzheimer's disease- and do all that in the span of a half hour.
  
       Remember we are all connected by this disease, 5 million people have Alzheimer's. I hope this blogs helps somebody, if only by enlightenment, validation or simply, entertainment. I have considered the original intent of the blog, and always struggled with the moral or social responsibility or obligation I might have in blogging, I mean I'm not practicing medicine, I'm just blogging. Somehow by speaking the truth, my Truth, am I violating that social responsibility, probably not, I am just letting some people down maybe, by challenging some of their pretenses. If as a blogger I do have some higher ethical obligation to do whatever I can as a blogger (who happens to be a person and a doctor) wouldn't everyone who blogs, every human being have that social responsibility and ethical obligation as a human being to help others in some way? Yes? or No?

Friday, May 7, 2010

The House That Built Me

One of the bittersweet things I have to deal with is visiting my folks house without them in it. It was tough in the beginning but it is getting easier. Their home is beautiful. Built in 1972, it is the only home I ever knew, as I was born in 1973. It is a large home, brick finish, roughly 4500 sf and sits on 25 acres in Northern Georgia. Pines, tulip populars, cherry trees, azaleas, countless bulbs, tulips, lily's, mom and dad have gradually landscaped it over all of these years. It hurts me that they can't be there. It also haunts me, in a good way, with a lifetime of memories.

I, of course, still deal with daily grief, I actually call it "survivors guilt" related to my parents as well as the day-to-day stuff related to managing both their estate and their health. Recently I heard a song by Miranda Lambert called "The House That Built Me" Listening to that song literally heals my soul. It entirely describes how I feel when I visit their house and my late grandmother's house which is right next door. I am including a link to a youtube video of Miranda Lambert performing the song and talking about the beauty of the songs lyrics. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

Talking about the book with the Lake Superior wind....... a calm day