Physicians

Rediscovering Medical Professionalism

By MARTIN SAMUELS, MD

Martin SamuelsI am a doctor today because of Dr. J.W. Epstein, my pediatrician in Cleveland in the 1950s.   An immigrant from the Nazi terror in Europe, he had trained in Vienna and   spoke English with a Germanic accent.  His house calls are etched permanently in my memory.  His visits were heralded by a fury of activity, led by my mother.  “The doctor is coming!  Put on clean underwear.  Clean the house.”  Water would be set to boil on the stove, in case the doctor should need to sterilize a needle for an injection.  Up would drive his broken-down jalopy, which he would park directly in front of the house.  No need to worry about getting a ticket.  The police knew his car and would never issue a citation to The Doctor.  No one – not the mayor, not the governor, not even Al Rosen, the venerated third baseman for the Indians – would have received such a royal welcome.

In he would come, wearing a suit and hat, carrying a worn black doctor’s bag.  “Mudder, ver is da boy?”  ”He’s in his room upstairs with a rash and sore throat.”  He would put down his bag, sit on my bed, and ask me if the teacher had sent home the homework.  He wouldn’t want me falling behind in my school work.

That might interfere with my becoming a doctor.  Then came the ritual of the examination.  Say aah; schtick out your tongue; take some deep breaths.  “Gut… gut…zounds normal” as he listened with his stethoscope, feeling gently on my belly and then finally tap on some reflexes with his tomahawk hammer.  “Mudder, it’s da measles, plenty of fluids, back to school in a few days.”  “Veel zee you in da office next fall for da usual checkup.”  “Mudder; don’t vorry, it isn’t polio.”  No time for a cup of tea today; too many other house calls for this afternoon and off he would go.  The enormous feeling of relief, transmitted from my mother to me, had me on the mend in no time.

This is what I wanted to do:  be the agent of relief, the repository of medical knowledge, the most respected figure in the community.  Some years later, as a teenager, I was waiting in Dr. Epstein’s office for my annual checkup before school started in September.  I was surrounded by little babies and I realized that I might be growing out of Dr. Epstein.  As he was tapping on my back in the usual reassuring fashion, I said to him,  “How long can you see me as a patient?”  “ Until you’re a doctor.”  How could I fail him?

I cannot tell you how often I think of J.W. Epstein as I practice neurology.  As I look in the eyes of an anxious headachey patient with my ophthalmoscope, I mumble, barely audibly in the patient’s ear, “Looks fine, looks normal.  I’m looking right at your brain. It’s not a brain tumor.”  The therapy has begun.  Sometimes, of course, the news is not so good, but even then I can reassure my patients that they can count on me, that I will not abandon them, and that we can take care of them, no matter what the situation demands.  Even death itself is part of the physician’s portfolio.

As health care reform occurs, perhaps this can be the opportunity to recapture the spirit of Dr. J.W. Epstein.  Professionalism is not a politically correct online course in cultural sensitivity. It is not shift work with decision support systems.  It is not an electronic medical record or e-prescribing.  It is not capitation or bundled payments. It is the commitment to lifelong learning aimed at the care of the patient.  Ironically, if patients could really believe in their doctor’s motivations, knowledge and commitment, we would save a lot of money and we would all feel a lot better.

Martin Samuels is a practicing neurologist and founder of two Harvard-affiliated neurology departments. He holds a membership in the American Neurological Association, a fellowship in the American Academy of Neurology and a mastership in the American College of Physicians

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Good information, thanks for sharing.

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Martin, perfect!
Can you imagine how lucky we are to be practicing medicine when we now have the molecular tools to open life’s secret book? It’s as if we are at the front door of the reconstituted ancient Library of Alexandria—closed for two thousand years–waiting for opening hour.

It’s all chemistry. Has to be. We ARE going to discover the chemistry of youth and aging….and all the other annoyances. What great fun our profession will have.
Thanks for your inspirational poat above. So true.