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The patient’s body ultimately (for me) inertia. I was relieved to on the radar of his new life. He
made the decision for us. His cre- avoid explaining the same frus- was also resigned, explaining that
atinine level, the canary-in-the- trating medical quandary twice he had stared at his phone be-
coal-mine of organ perfusion, each morning. I fell into a com- cause trying to follow spoken
worsened, and he required high- placency born of pragmatism conversation was too frustrating.
er doses of inotropic support that and confidence in my abilities: After the third visit, I emphati-
justified listing him as an inpa- I knew I was providing the best cally signed “You’re awesome,”
tient. The uncertainty about how medical care, so I ignored the realizing a few months too late
to safely usher him to transplan- importance of direct communi- that nuances of tone and style
tation was resolved. Throughout cation. could be conveyed without a voice.
it all, his father was calm, while In the two decades since I fin- I never returned my roommate’s
my patient’s face, lit only by the ished medical school, medical di- copy of The Spirit Catches You and
glow of his phone, remained in- lemmas have ceased to keep me You Fall Down, and Fadiman’s
scrutable. Whenever I care for a up at night; there is rarely a situ- words now offer an ironic re-
patient in the hospital awaiting a ation I have not encountered al- minder and reproach: “Every ill-
transplant, I always ask, “Is there ready. But after that clinic visit, ness is not a set of pathologies
anything we can do to make your I did lose sleep. How had my pa- but a personal story.”1 My patient
life easier?” But I never asked him. tient felt, being ignored each had a happy ending and he has
Why had I settled for being morning? How frustrated was he, forgiven me, but that is beside
just a good physician? Half the a grown man, made to rely on the point. It is harder to forgive
problem was logistics: scheduling his father to understand his own myself. I suspect I will always
a daily real-life ASL interpreter, care? And what if his condition feel a prickle of guilt and embar-
available in the 2-hour window had worsened, warranting dis- rassment when I see him, and
allotted for teaching rounds, cussions of mechanical circula- that small sting will remind me
seemed impossible. The other half tory support or hospice? I had of something I will not forget
was the absurdity of a video inter- neglected to gain the trust that again: diseases may become rou-
preter: between the fuzzy screen, is essential for guiding patients tine with experience, but patients
the static-filled audio, and the through difficult decisions. When must not.
time delay, any conversation would presented with the unique chal- Disclosure forms provided by the author
have left us more confused and lenge of caring for a deaf patient, are available at NEJM.org.
frustrated than when we started. I took the convenient way out,
In retrospect, I should have every day, for a month. I’d set a From the Department of Cardiology, Smidt
Heart Institute, Cedars-Sinai Medical Cen-
used his father as interpreter in- poor example for my team, I’d ter, Los Angeles.
stead of messenger. But on my failed to comfort a patient in
first day, neither the patient nor need, and I’d missed out on the 1. Fadiman A. The spirit catches you and
his father requested that I speak joy of that relationship. you fall down:a Hmong child, her American
doctors, and the collision of two cultures.
directly with the patient, and af- On his second clinic visit, I New York:Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1997.
ter the second and third days worked up the courage to apolo-
passed with the same calm ac- gize. He was nonplussed yet gra- DOI: 10.1056/NEJMp1907319
ceptance, we fell into an easy cious, my negligence but a blip Copyright © 2019 Massachusetts Medical Society.
A Good Physician — On Complacency and Communication