Equality, Equity, Shoes, and Health Care

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Equality for all is not my ultimate goal for our health care system. You’re probably wondering what the hell I am talking about right now, but let me explain. 

What I want for our health care system is equity. What does that mean? Let’s look to an analogy first given to me by a great friend and social justice advocate, Noel Gordon. Of course, this was a while ago, so I may put a little twist on it, but the point should be the same.

In an equal world, equality is giving all the barefoot people in the world a pair of shoes. The White people, the Black people, the Asian people, the men, the women, the children, the teenagers, the adults, the elderly, everyone- all get a pair of shoes from some company. Sounds great, right? That company just eradicated the problem of bare-footedness. Well, unfortunately, equality means that all of these people get the same size shoe, because that is the equal way to distribute them.  For some people, the pair of shoes fit, but for many, they are still left with no shoes.

Now let’s look to what equity means.

In an equitable world, a representative from the company goes around and measures (or at least asks) everyone’s shoe size. Then this person reports back to the company, orders the appropriate amount of each respectable size, and delivers them to the people. Now everyone has a pair of shoes, but more importantly, those shoes were customized to fit a specific person.

Differencebetween.net has a great quote on the difference between these two very similar-looking words: “When we say equity, we refer to the qualities of justness, fairness, impartiality and even handedness. When we talk about equality, we are talking about equal sharing and exact division.”

So how does this relate to health care?

If health care providers (HCPs) gave equal care to everyone, I believe that the system would fail. Maybe not critically fail, but it would be far from perfect. We are not all the same, we are not robots or cars, and doctors should not use a check-box system to deal with our ailments. We all have a unique background, whether it may stem from our race/ethnicity, our gender, our sexual orientation, or any other identity we may possess. We should be treated in an equitable manner that takes into account the person we are, not just the shell of a body we live in.

Why isn’t this system in place now? It takes extra time, resources, and compassion; 3 areas in which the health care system is pretty consistently losing ground. The amount of time that doctors have per patient is going down, resources are being conserved as the government is sequestering money away from the health systems while the price of medical technology is still sky high, and as a result of all of this, and in my personal experience, doctors simply don’t have the time to be compassionate to all of their patients. They don’t have time to ‘measure their feet’ to refer back to the previous analogy. And what it leads to is a system where equality still does not even exist, let alone equity among and between certain groups.

How do we fix this? To be honest, I don’t know the mechanism. I am not in the shoes of the HCP yet, and I have little experience on the front lines of health care. What I know that we (future HCPs) can do is learn about different social groups- what are the unique health care needs of African Americans? Members of the LGBT+ community? Other marginalized groups? I will tell you that these groups have special needs that HCPs should consider if their goal is to provide comprehensive and quality care.

Educate yourself. Take a class on health care disparities or cultural competency, talk to your friends with different identities than you, talk to an HCP about their experiences serving diverse populations. These conversations and experiences will mean more in terms of achieving your future goals than biochemistry, physics, and genetics combined. Even the Medical College Admissions Test (MCAT) is starting to realize this, and their test is changing to follow suit.

Of course I may be acting naïve in assuming that your goals are similar to mine- that everyone should have access to a health care system that cares about them as an individual person, not as a member of some predetermined group. Call me a dreamer, but I think that we are about to train a new generation of HCPs who are much more appreciative and understanding of the diversity in the world.

Do I think this process will be easy? Hell no, it’s going to be one of the hardest paradigm shifts that health care has ever seen. But as the Chinese philosopher Lao-tzu once wrote, “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step”.

Take the first step. Remember to measure their feet. Give them the right size shoe.

Looking toward the future, 

Adam

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Reason #45489574 why I love my job

Now that I’m getting back to using my blog, I thought I should start writing about some of the things that I noted I wanted to write about in the past.

Working as a clinical researcher is not a job that anyone can deal with. In my short time doing this work in anesthesiology and urology, patients have died, undergone severe mental downfalls, and much more. But each one that I have had the opportunity to meet has made me a better person.

Let me tell you the story of a woman that I met a few weeks ago. I was recruiting her for one of my studies, and once she consented I started talking to her about what the procedure was. We got to a question about how risky her procedure was. She answered somewhere between 1-10, but the words that came out of her mouth next were what was so amazing about this experience.

“I’ve died before. People always ask me what it was like. It was the most beautiful thing, I tell them.” At this point, I’m sure my mouth was dropped open and producing drool like a dog. She looked at me and said, “Never be afraid to die. Life is great, but I’ve never been happier than those minutes that I was dead.”

How does someone respond to that? A simple “Wow” was all that could escape my mouth. What was going on in my head was more like “Holy shit, is this real life?” We chatted for a few minutes about it and I finished up that part of the study. She was already one of my favorite patients, but she took it one step further and actually asked me about my life. She didn’t care that she was about to undergo a cardiac procedure- she generally cared about me as a person. We talked for a while longer, and after I knew it was time for her cath team to get her ready to go, I gave her my best wishes as she was getting ready to go into her procedure. I usually say a quick, silent prayer for patients’ safety before they go in, but for some reason, I didn’t say one for her. I knew that everything would be fine. I never saw her again, but in my head I know that she’s out there spreading her word.

In all of my posts, I try to have a subliminal message for people that *actually* care what I have to say. Usually it’s pretty clear, but I think this experience warrants a little bit of a push from me. There are 2 things that I hope can be taken from this post:

1) Life is short. Duh. But it can also be taken away from you at any minute. Tell your friends and family you love them, don’t hold grudges, and know that there is always someone who loves you unconditionally. Take chances, make stupid mistakes, and learn as much as you can in your short time here on Earth. Because one day, unexpectedly, it could be over.

2) Talk to people you don’t know. Be friendly and approachable. I would have never had this experience if I wouldn’t have went out of my way to talk to this woman about her life. Even more, her caring enough to get to know me made my day and made me reflect on how I do my work and live my life. You never know what kind of a day someone is having, and a few kind words could truly make a difference in their life.

Thanks for reading! I’d love to hear some reactions, or anyone that has a similar story.

I am the one that got awkwardly hugged and told I was loved by someone that I just met… How our friendship has developed over time never ceases to amaze me. And yes, I am the butt-shaker in the picture. No regrets

Buddy the Bunny

Today Angels On Call (my a cappella group) performed in the waiting room of the University of Michigan Hospital. We made patients, friends, families and doctors cry, smile, laugh and generally, have fun. After the performance, one elderly woman came up to me and asked, “Your group’s performance and energy today is one of the best I have ever seen… and I come here every Thursday! What makes you different?”

At that moment the only response I could think of was to smile and say Thank You and say that we just love performing; however, as I thought about it throughout the day, I realized it goes much, much deeper than that…

It still amazes me that something that got started on a whim became this successful and such a big part of my life. Freshman year, a group of my friends and I were hanging out in the dorms just talking, when we all…

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