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Showing posts with label doctors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doctors. Show all posts

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Informing the Informer

As I am now a working Monday-to-Friday mother, my blog-writing clusters around the weekend, and if I have a couple of things I want to write about, then I'll stagger the posting through the week.

Well today is Saturday and I don't really have anything to write.
And then I was looking through some of the blogs I follow and found this article.

http://bloom-parentingkidswithdisabilities.blogspot.ca/2013/04/is-selective-abortion-for-disability.html

It brought back some of the questions that came up from the medical conference that I went to in the fall. I thought that I had blogged about my feelings, but I must not have. It was painful and very hard for me to sit through that day. And I do not recommend to any parent to go to a medical conference about something their child has.

The months that have passed since the conference have dulled the feelings and emotions I felt, so I guess now would be the time to write about it.

This is a conference that was directed at physicians, obstetricians specifically, and geneticists, but as a nurse I could go as well. One of the topics to be presented was neurotube defects and current research and news. They were going to talk about the MOMS study and I wanted to hear what they had to say.
I thought I would learn something.

I didn't. Or at least I didn't learn anything about spina bifida that I didn't already know. But I learned something about myself, and about how neurotube defects are seen by the medical, specifically the obstetrical population.

I heard all the medical information, all of the pictures about what forms in the baby and what doesn't, as well as when ect. A couple of doctors that I knew talked. And one of the speakers (the one talking specifically about the surgery in Toronto, was unable to make it).
Dr Church, our developmental pediatrician from Holland Bloorview was one of the speakers. She actually made me cry. She talked about the medical issues that kids have to deal with, but she had a positive spin to it (of course she would - she actually sees these kids). What brought the tears was a comment about how our kids sparkle.
They had another mother come and speak to the theatre full of doctors ect and talk about her experience with her child who was born with a serious medical condition (not spina bifida) and she was very positive and made the point that even though there is a lot of medical information and concerns, it doesn't make a child any less special.

There was a conversation during the conference about informed consent. With an argument back and forth about giving the diagnosis and making sure that parents are being given informed information. Some doctors people saying that giving just negative was enough, that is was true information, others said that it has to be combined with the positives and then there was the argument of how could you know either way. There is no such thing as a fully informed decision, and doctors are fooling themselves if they think they could provide such information.

And the doctor that actually gave me Nick's diagnosis was there. My heart was pounding and my blood pressure was rising and I knew that I had to stand up and say something.

So I did. I stood up and talked about how I received the spina bifida diagnosis when I was 20 weeks  pregnant. And we were told "this is what you child has, you have 2 weeks to decide if you want to terminate." That we were encouraged to terminate, that they said he would have all kinds of difficulties, and how Nickolas does have everything that Dr Church said comes with spina bifida. But he is happy and 3 years old and not anything like what you (as in the doctors) think he is.
My voice was breaking and I was crying a bit.

And I felt like a total idiot.
But Satisfied that I had made my point.
I told everyone at work about how stupid I felt almost breaking down in a room full of people. I think It was worse in my head than it actually was. And I will never see any of those people again.
And I got to feel good about what I did, and hopefully someone will rethink their approach.
Of course I vowed never to go to another medical conference like that, unless it was directed specifically to parents.

So back to the article that got me thinking about that day.
http://bloom-parentingkidswithdisabilities.blogspot.ca/2013/04/is-selective-abortion-for-disability.html (In case you didn't read it the first time)

The article has a number of points in it, including the perception of parents who chose on a selective abortion becaue of a prenatal dianogsis. But I am not raising an abortion issue. I am raising an information issue.

Doctors actually believe that they are giving parents all of the information to make an informed decision when they tell them about all of the medical problems their child may face. They truly believe that combining this with information from families who have faced the same problems would be biased (and their are not-biased, even though many obstetricians have never seen a child with said diagnosis). Not all doctors of course, but a surprising number of them.

The article by Andrew Solomon, published this month in the New Yorker; Medical progress, social progress, and legal regression talks about abortion, both the blog and the article brought up a lot of different points, what really hit home was about how doctors are actually giving the diagnosis and thinking that women are making a choice. A quote from the article
I do see a problem, however, in the speed with which women who have no prior exposure to the conditions in question are expected to make these decisions. Women often terminate a pregnancy without knowing what life would be like with and for an anomalous child. It is worth publicizing the satisfaction that the experience may entail, so that the pro-choice movement becomes the pro-informed-choice movement.
I have said all along how happy and thankful I am that I felt confident and comfortable enough in myself and my knowledge to listen to myself, to explore our options and make an informed choice. Along with Kyle of course. How if we had made a quick, scared decision we would regret it, and we would be missing such an integral  and positive part of our lives.


I'm glad that other people are recognizing that there is a need for informed choice, or at least for doctors to recognize that they are not providers of all of the information parents need. That it is not just us parents that are saying it.

Another aspect of what both articles talked about was the perception of physicians about parents choice. I am not going to address this, and I find it very depressing that someone would think that we as a family are less deserving of support because we chose to have our child. That is too much to handle at the moment. I would hope that at least the 10 obstetricians that I see every day and know me and Nickolas are able to provide a more informed picture to parents receiving a diagnosis.

I recognize every day that my life is better because we have Nickolas. We appreciate things, I have a new perspective I might not otherwise have had. And  I have no problem talking to a room of 90+ people, that fear of public speaking went out the window about 3 years ago!

I feel that a follow up letter may be in order.

http://riddingfamily.blogspot.ca/2010/07/letter-wake-up-medical-professionals.html

Friday, July 13, 2012

3 years

It's been 3 years.
3 years since d-day (diagnosis day). Actually 3 years isn't for a couple of days - July 16th I think - but this is Friday the 13th and I thought it was appropriate.

I don't know how to mark the worst day of my entire life.
Except maybe to show other parents that the worst day of their life can't turn into the greatest joy they can know. And review a bunch of past pictures...

A couple of words in a doctors office doesn't describe what life having a child with spina bifida will be like.

The waiting, and wondering and worrying before the big day!


The introduction and realization that he is actually here! In your arms!


The unbelievable, I-didn't-know-my-heart-was-this-big, kind of love


On d-day you can't imagine the joy you hear in the first sound of laughter


The words 'spina bifida' do not describe my little heart breaker


It does not define the things that he can do, or when he will do them.


A diagnosis doesn't tell you the incredible bond he will have with his sister


Or how beautiful your child will be.


Thinking about d-day gives me an opportunity to go through all of the wonderful things I didn't think I would have 3 years ago.

An all-around fun kid!


Who sometimes needs some encouragement, but really just redefines spina bifida every day.


Who is just a little nervous about trying out new things (like the first time he was upright by himself - December 2010)


How a mothers touch can make all the difference, even when you feel you are powerless

They don't tell you on d-day how much your child will love the bath tub and bath time

And waits until everyone is watching before showing off (standing for the first time unassisted - Feb 2011)

And is so proud of himself!

The diagnosis of 'spina bifida' doesn't mean that you won't have a trouble maker on your hands!


Or a silly monkey - with a quirky sense of humor!

A little boy who loves animals and learning about new things

And LOVES, LOVES, LOVES chocolate!


On d-day all you can think about is how your child will be different from everyone else. But that's not true, he will fit right in with your family.

Until he wants to stand out and show he is his own little boy!

And that he really, truly is the coolest boy in town!
(Even with geeky parents)


With a family who only wants to see him smile, even when he is sad

And will light the way on whatever path he wants to take


Spina bifida (and d-day) will show you that you are stronger than you think you are (October 2011 - outgrowing his stroller)


and will help you have an open mind about things that you were always worried about


On d-day you realize that you life has changed forever. But as long as you keep moving forward with a smile on your face you will get to where you were meant to be.

And there will be love


And there will be laughter


And the rest just slides into place


3 years after d-day I only wish that there had been more awareness of what spina bifida truly looks like when we got our news


And somehow in 3 years (OK almost 3 years for this picture) we went from this...


To this...


And I wouldn't trade this craziness for anything!


Anyone wondering about how life will be after d-day should check out this borrowed post Sometimes the Doctors are Wrong Thanks to Jamie for collecting all of these stories in her blog!