I digress for a moment to reveal something that has weighed on my mind for weeks. I hope that writing helps me find clarity.
A few weeks ago, my 78-year-old mother had a pacemaker installed by one of Shreveport, LA’s top cardiologists. Pacemaker surgery is considered minor surgery. It is typical for patients to be awake during the procedure, with a local anesthetic to guard against pain and a mild sedative to calm the nerves. I’ve read multiple explanations of the surgery, and none say anything about the patient feeling pain during the actual procedure.
But my mom felt pain during the procedure. Understand that she is tough as nails. She has a high tolerance for pain. She tends toward the stoic and has no flair for the dramatic.
Yet she called the procedure “torture.” She explained that she winced often. When one of the nurses asked her why, she replied, “Because it hurts!” Yet the doctor applied no additional anesthesia. She laid there, awake and cut open, experiencing torture-level pain as that doctor dug around in her chest.
When the doctor visited her room following the surgery, she and my sister asked him, “Why did that hurt so bad? Why didn’t you give more anesthesia when I said I was in pain?” He countered that, in fact, she had neither been in pain, nor complained about pain. (So, you’re saying she’s making it up??!!) Instead, he told her she had been asleep. When she insisted that she had been very awake and very much in pain, he countered, with no shortage of sarcasm, “Do you always snore when you’re awake?”
The surgery also ran many hours late. When she asked him for an explanation, he offered none. Instead, he called upon her to think about how she had made his other patients that day run even later. He explained that was her fault because her veins were so small that he had had difficulty executing one of the procedure’s basic elements.
In fairness, I was not in the operating room. I don’t know what actually happened. But my mom is not inclined toward victimization. She is strong and tough. I trust what she says.
So for weeks, I’ve been seething with anger. My view of this is entirely dominated by emotion. I fantasize about using my communications skills to exact a price on this doctor. I have before me the names and contact info of assignment editors at each of Shreveport, LA’s television stations, for instance. I’ve considered devoting a website and Twitter account to expose this guy.
But I’ve done nothing yet. That’s partially because I feel so cloudy-headed. But more to the point, my mom remains under this guy’s care for another two months. I certainly don’t want to cause her any more grief. Or worse, have this doctor retaliate against her because of my burning desire for justice, or revenge, or an apology, or whatever it is that’s so firing me up. I don’t want this to become about my anger rather than her well-being.
This guy probably performs pacemaker surgery every day. How many old ladies are suffering? Or maybe my mom was the victim of a freak deviation only. I suppose I’ll never know. But I so crave a clear path forward. If you have suggestions, I’m open.