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Adventures in aging: Part 3 – Seriously?! There’s more?!

Apparently the universe was not done giving me the “slow down” messages with simply a detached retina and sore knee that can’t be assessed, let alone fixed, until after my retina heals. So, … at least eight weeks.

The night of my surgery, I stumbled in the bathroom twice in succession, heard a loud pop both times in my right knee (the sore one), felt excruciating pain, and to cut to the chase, had to be taken to the hospital in an ambulance. I feel oddly embarrassed by this. I think prior to this week I’ve been in the ER only a handful of times in my life, usually for someone else, but only once before in an ambulance.

The 911 response team was wonderful. They immediately gave me IV pain meds that took the edge off. “They won’t stop the pain”, the paramedic said. “They’ll just make you care less.” The EMTs apologized for the fact that they actually had to get me on the gurney and into the ambulance and to the hospital. And all this was going to hurt… A lot… It did.

Ambulance maintenance clearly does not include shocks. I felt every bump along the way. The EMT gave me a little more pain medication in route.

Apparently fentanyl derivatives make me very talkative. The EMT kept asking me questions and I kept answering them. I babbled the whole way. It only occurred to me later that this was a distraction strategy – keeping my mind on something other than the pain. He asked about my career – directing forensics at St. Olaf College immediately after earning my PhD, helping create the precursors to what become the School of Public Health at UNR, serving as the Kansas Health Foundation Distinguished Chair in Strategic Communication and starting the Wichita State University Hunger Awareness Initiative, teaching judges around the world, traveling with my children, my amazing partner Andrew, and on and on. I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone so much of the story of my life in one 20 minute moment. And through it all, I reaffirmed for myself how wonderful my life is except for this weird moment… and, you know, some other weird moments,… but those are different stories. Apparently even when I’m on drugs I recognize how privileged and blessed I am.

We picked the hospital we did because it was in my insurance network and I’d had a very positive experience there earlier in the week when my retina partially detached (see parts 1&2 in this series). Andrew also called in advance to make sure they had people available to address my injuries. They told us they had people on call who could take care of me, if necessary.

We and the hospital staff differed vastly in our understandings of what “care” meant. For us that meant figure out what’s going on with my knee and get a plan to fix it. For them it meant “If it ain’t broke we don’t fix it”, a literal quotation from my attending physician. They did, however give me great IV pain meds, so I was able to relax a bit.

Andrew followed the ambulance in his car. At the hospital the ambulance went in one entrance and the EMTs directed Andrew to park in a nearby lot. “They’ll let you in back as soon as you get in. Don’t worry we’ll take good care of her.” And they did. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ to the 911 response team. The ER staff were a mixed bag. I asked for Andrew from the time I got into a bed in the ER. They made him wait an hour and a half in the waiting room until they allowed him back with me.

When we got to the hospital Andrew called my daughter Alyssa. I hadn’t been able to reach her. Alyssa came immediately and they let her back with me.

They did a really nifty set of x-rays in the bed. I didn’t have to move my sore knee much or turn my head. It was pretty snappy. I knew that I hadn’t broken anything. I hadn’t actually fallen. So it had to be soft tissue damage. But x-rays are the ER go to.

What I should have remembered from Alyssa’s experience shredding her knee was that emergency rooms, although they tell you they have orthopedic specialists and surgeons on call, don’t call them to the ER except to set bones. When I say I should have remembered that ERs don’t treat soft tissue injuries, what I mean is that 10 years ago when Alyssa destroyed her knee, severing her ACL, MCL, tore meniscus, and severely bruised her knee, they sent her home with no wrap, no brace, and no crutches because her leg wasn’t broken. When we went to the doctor the next day and found out the extent of her injuries, I was livid. I assumed Alyssa’s experience was just bad care. I didn’t realize it was ER practice not to do anything with soft tissue injuries.

With Alyssa’s insistence, they did finally decide to give me pain meds, the sling that I wear from my thigh to my ankle, and a pair of crutches. They then wished me the best of luck in finding a referral as they didn’t have one to give me. Not sure how any of that means orthopedic surgeons on call… or care… But there you go…

Reflections:

1. I’m really not sure what I should have done when I hurt myself that badly at night. The pain was unbearable. I definitely needed some serious pain meds and I am not clear what the alternative to the ER might have been.

2. I need a clear understanding of what services are provided in the ER. Maybe we all do. It’s important to know that they don’t deal with soft tissue injuries, no matter how painful they are. In the words of my attending physician “We treat blood and bones.” Neither were my issue. In the ER, they x-ray. Because the same ER had done CT scans with and without contrast and ultrasounds earlier in the week, I expected more.

3. It’s very important to have an advocate. My daughter made things happen quickly once she arrived.

4. In all situations, assertiveness and perseverance are important in getting your needs met. It was very difficult to get the health providers to come down to my level so I could actually see them. Since having had my retina reattachment surgery earlier that day I could not lift my head nor could I lie anywhere but on my right side, eyes parallel to the floor. I repeatedly asked the same doctor and nurse to sit down so I could see them when they talked to me. That actually helped them stop treating me like I wasn’t really a person and facilitated communication. I’m glad I was assertive about that.

5. It helps to have a professional that you can call for back up support. I am incredibly grateful to one of my ex students who is a well respected doctor and has worked in the Las Vegas medical community. She talked with me on the phone while I was in the ER, clarified my expectations, and helped me strategize.

6. Even though I didn’t get what I hoped for, a diagnosis and a plan for treatment for my knee, I did get what I actually needed in that moment. I got pain medication, a brace, and crutches. That’s a lot to be thankful for.

Reflections on 2014 and Plans for 2015: Nurturing Life, Relationships, Writing and Adventure

As I reflect on 2014, I am amazed at all that has happened. In May, my son graduated from Butler County Community College with his Associate of Arts degree. In May, I began a 1 year sabbatical leave from Wichita State University. In September, I embarked on a sojourn to find myself as a writer in Florence, Italy that lasted for 3 months. In December, my daughter graduated from the University of Nevada, Las Vegas with a Bachelor of Arts degree majoring in Psychology and minoring in Communication.

This year has been a year of completion, a year of pondering, a year of strategic planning. It has been a year in which I claimed my identity as a writer. (You would think that given all I’ve written and published over my academic career, that would have been self-evident, but, at least to me, it was not. It is now.)

I have developed some passions this year that I will carry into next year, many of them finding voice here, through my blog.

Here are my insights and commitments for 2015:

Health, wellness, relationships, and end-of-life

  • We do not talk about the messy parts of injury and illness in this culture. It might be helpful if we did, making those who go through such experiences feel less alone and isolated.
  • We do not talk about the nuts and bolts of managing the end of a life. Negotiating relationships with family and friends, negotiating relationships with health care providers, negotiating relationships with insurance, the military, employers, pension plan providers. We don’t talk about all the time consuming sorting and organizing and paperwork, (Did I mention the paperwork?) necessary to nurture someone through the end of their life. We all die. Culturally we as a society and we as individuals are often unprepared for this eventuality.
  • We struggle with the notion of death with dignity and who gets to make choices at end of life. Witness the media furor over Brittany Maynard’s decision to end her life when the symptoms from her brain tumor, originally diagnosed as a grade II Astrocytoma, was later diagnosed as the deadliest form of brain cancer, Glioblastoma Multiforme, a cancer that often leads to intense pain, debilitation and death within a year.

These are areas I will continue to write about in the coming year. I have plans for a manual for end-or-life caregivers on the nuts and bolts of helping a loved one and preparing for what comes after. It will take the form of a book with examples which illustrate questions, and worksheets to assist caregivers in negotiating difficult decisions and preparing for communication with critical people. It will be practical and easy to use.

Healthy relationships

  • Culturally we too often make the end of a marriage a confrontational, adversarial situation when it doesn’t have to be.
  • We redefine a relationship that ran its course as a mistake that never should have happened. This view disregards the positive aspects of the relationship before it was time to end it.
  • We focus more on problems than mobilizing strengths when trying to deal with critical issues in families and relationships. This is often an energy sapping, limiting approach that keeps couples and families mired in the past and unable to build the future they desire.

I will continue to write about these issues as well. I ultimately plan to publish a book for the general public on building the relationship you want. Based on over 25 years of research with couples in romantic relationships, and my experiences working with actual couples in relationships, I believe I can offer a unique perspective on building relationships that meet partners’ needs and moving on should it be the healthy decision to do so.

I will also present a session on this topic at the Fifty Shades of Faith: Intimacy, Sexuality, and Spirituality Conference sponsored by the CAVU Center in Tulsa, Oklahoma on February 21. I am excited about the opportunity to bring this workshop to the public. Here’s a flyer for that event! All are welcome!

CAVU combo flyer

Hunger awareness:

  • If we bring the power of our best and brightest to bear, I believe we can end hunger in our lifetimes.

I am honored to have been there at the start of the PUSH – Presidents United to Solve Hunger collaboration and at the launch event at the United Nations in December. I am committed to continuing and building the WSU Hunger Awareness Initiative. I am committed to providing my support to building local, state,  national, and global context appropriate, hunger efforts. This month, I will complete a draft of a manual on how to start a statewide hunger dialogue that builds on our experiences in Kansas with the first one. I do this work as a Visiting Faculty Member at the Auburn University, Hunger Solutions Institute. I am honored to be affiliated with this amazing group of people.

Of course, I have other writing projects with wonderful collaborators that I am in the process of completing as well. As I look forward to the 8 months remaining on my sabbatical, I am excited and prepared.

On the personal front, I will continue to nurture my health and relationships, spending time with family and loved ones, scheduling adventures and get-aways, and working on remaining mindful and sustaining the calm I developed in Florence. While I will not elaborate on all that is included in my personal life here, it deserves much more than what appears here as a footnote to my professional life. Personal/professional  balance remains one of my strongest commitments for 2015.

Onward!

Happy 2015!

The Florence Journals: Reflections on Death and Dying – Who am I in this Conversation?

When I started this writing journey in Florence, Italy, there were things I wanted to write and things I needed to write. This is the first of a series of posts that represent one topic from the latter list. They will deal with my perspective as a health communication scholar on end of life care, focused largely around my uncle’s death in 2013. This first post outlines how I came to this conversation personally and academically. I thought you should know from the outset, who I am in this conversation. For me, there has always been a strong relationship between the personal and the professional as you shall see. The following posts in this series will include academic critiques, personal narratives, and insights on how to negotiate end of life and advocate for self-determination and personal decision-making. 

In 1986, when she was 15 years old, my youngest sister was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia. She is a survivor who today is happily married with 4 children. That said, much of my sister’s battle with leukemia illustrated for me what is wrong with the US health care system. I had just developed my participative decision-making model for physicians and patients which would ultimately be published in 1990 (1) and in an expanded version in 1993 (2) when my sister was diagnosed.

As an academic, my first response is always research. So, when I flew to Florida to meet with my sister’s oncologist for the first time following her diagnosis, I was ready with questions about alternative treatments, success rates, the role of nutrition in enhancing her ability to overcome the cancer, treatment side effects, and so on. My first question after my sister’s oncologist outlined what I thought were his treatment recommendations was “What other alternatives do we have?” He replied, “You could leave.” That stopped me short. After a long pause, I replied, “I’m sorry. I don’t think you understood me. I’m asking what other treatment options are available for this type of leukemia.” He repeated, “None that I recommend, so if you don’t want to do what I advise, you are free to seek treatment elsewhere.” I was stunned. So much for collaborative decision-making. It quickly became clear that for my parents, there would be no options, no alternative treatments considered. This doctor was “the best”; they were going to put my sister in his hands.

I spent as much time in Florida with my sister as I could, traveling back and forth from Reno as my teaching schedule allowed. I remember on one trip, my sister asked me to play in the swimming pool with her. I used to be a pretty good diver. Back flips were my specialty. After doing several of those and making her laugh, she asked me to do a front flip. I don’t know why, but front flips have always been more of a challenge for me. I tried repeatedly over what felt like hours to do a front flip, stinging the backs of my legs a bright red. That night after dinner, we were snuggling in her bed and I quipped, “Well, since I clearly can’t do a front flip, what else can I do for you sweetie?” She said “Write about us. You’re the writer in the family. Write our story.” So I did. I interviewed my parents and my sister and I wrote their story. I didn’t include my voice as I wanted to empower theirs. I was “in and out”. I wasn’t part of the day to day. That journey was theirs. I co-authored what became a book chapter with my sister on her story and that of my parents. (3) I also wrote a companion chapter on the disenfranchisement of families coping with adolescent cancer (4).

In late 2001, my father became ill with what was diagnosed as terminal cancer. He was given 6 months to live. He died on June 27, 2002. My family was together for the last 2 weeks of his life and I took on the responsibility of talking with him about his final wishes and making arrangements for him. While not easy conversations, I think he appreciated my willingness to have them, including planning his funeral. The only things he wanted were to be buried in the local cemetery. He’d asked that his lifelong friend Dick be a pallbearer, and he wanted me to sing the Simon and Garfunkel song, Bridge over Troubled Water. Given the circumstances, I told him I knew I wouldn’t be able to sing. I did agree to do the readings at his funeral Mass though, and I was able to work through the church to find a young woman with a lovely voice who agreed to sing. The song was sung, my father’s wishes honored.

During those last two weeks, hospice was also with us around the clock. They were a blessing. They explained the dying process, what we could expect, choices we had to make, like allowing my father to stop eating, pain medications, etc. The only place we strongly disagreed and I could not win was over pain medication. As his condition deteriorated, the pain medications wore off more and more quickly. I spent the last 3 days of his life, until the afternoon of the day he died, on the couch in the living room next to his hospital bed. I dozed there and woke to administer his pain medications every 2 hours. When he dozed, I dozed. When he was restless or awake, I was awake. We talked. We held hands. I brushed his hair. I was there for him. The problem came in that I was not permitted to dose him more frequently than every two hours. Some of those two hour periods were brutal. For me, there was absolutely no reason for my father to feel any pain. I believed his pain medication should be “as needed”. For the hospice workers, the fear that he “might become addicted” held greater weight.

Shortly after my father’s death, I coauthored an article with Joyce Letner about centering families in communication research about cancer, outlining specific premises and strategies to support families in coping with cancer management (5).

You probably see a pattern here. My personal life often informs my academic work in health communication, or vice versa. While many other projects and lines of research over the next 10 years impacted my preparation to support my uncle and advocate for his wishes as he went through the process of dying in the summer of 2013, I was not fully ready. For this experience acting as his advocate, I have learned a great deal about negotiating end of life and health care decision-making which may be useful to others. I will write about those in future entries.

One important thank you. I am indebted to my colleagues at the Nevada Center for Ethics and Health Policy, at its height, a cutting edge think tank where medical, communication, public health, and theological experts brought their insights to bear on promoting advanced planning and quality of life decision-making at end of life. Through their inspiring work over years, I embraced more fully the notions of self-determination in health decision-making, the critical role of communication in health care, and patient empowerment. These insights served me well on this journey. So, I thank the kind, gentle, Reverend Noel Tiano, director of the center, and my insightful, brilliant colleagues who taught me the importance of advocacy, Drs. Barbara Thornton, Greg Hayes, and Craig Klugman.

Bibliography of my relevant publications referenced in the above:

  • Ballard-Reisch, D.S. (Spring, 1990).  A model of participative decision making for physician-patient interaction.  Health Communication.  2(2), 91-104.
  • Ballard-Reisch, D.S.  (1993).  Health care providers and consumers:  Making decisions together.  In B. Thornton and G. Kreps (Eds.).  Perspectives on Health Communication.  (pp. 66-80).  Prospect Heights, Ill: Waveland Press.
  • Ballard-Reisch, D.S. & Price, J. (1996). Separation and oncology: Copying strategies of a family dealing with leukemia. In E. Berlin-Ray (Ed.). Case Studies in Communication and the Disenfranchised. (pp. 75-86). Hillsdale, N.J: Lawrence Erlbaum and Associates, Publishers.
  • Ballard-Reisch, D.S. (1996). Coping with alienation, fear and isolation: The disenfranchisement of adolescents with cancer and their families. In E. Berlin-Ray (Ed.). Communication and the Disenfranchised. (pp. 185-208). Hillsdale, N.J: Lawrence Erlbaum and Associates, Publishers.
  • Ballard-Reisch, D.S. & Letner, J.A. (May, 2003). Centering families in cancer communication research: Acknowledging the impact of support, culture and process on client/provider communication in cancer management. Patient Education and Counseling, 2074, 1-6.

Communication Strategies to Keep Marriages Strong

My colleague, Dr. Dan Weigel and I have been conducting research with committed married and romantically involved couples for over two decades.  The article attached is a compilation of the findings of our research condensed into 10  Communication Strategies to Keep Marriages Strong.  http://www.communicationcurrents.com/index.asp?bid=15&issuepage=165&issue=45

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