From the opening of her essay, "Heart Failure," Rachel Conrad reveals the dark space of her psyche. Her generalization about patients’ “overload,” the symptoms of their various diseases, is her particular failure of heart. This inability to empathize with the other threatens her career.
Read moreIt’s Funny: Lining the path of illness with humor by Sean J. Mahoney
It’s funny. I visited the Intima website to initiate a dialogue with an existing piece in the archives that, metaphorically, had been chatting (unbeknownst to me) somewhat telepathically with my poem "Dude, the Stage?”(Intima Fall 2014). Furthermore, the writer Keenan Whitesides ("The Choice," Field Notes, Spring 2014 Intima) had similar telepathy occurring concurrently. She too reacted to something in Aimee Burke Valeras’s “The Appearance of Choice” (Fiction, Spring 2012 Intima) in writing her piece.
Read moreDoctors are clueless. So are patients. By Marcia Butler
Clinical Flashback (Fall 2014 Intima) by Osman Bhatty, sharply and beautifully reveals how one woman’s rapid and bewildering decline into terminal illness became a seminal teaching moment for the young medical student. Beyond the person lying in a hospital bed was a life story that he could not possibly glean in the 10 minutes he expected to be there, just to draw blood from her gnarled hands. But Bhatty drew back, startled. He recognized what every doctor must: there is a history behind those old and wrinkled hands.
Read moreThe “Yes, And” Approach: Speaking the Language of Illness by Samantha Greenberg →
Caring for my grandmother was incredibly frustrating. There were many things I wanted—and felt as though I needed—to communicate with. I most often wanted to talk to morphine. I wanted to understand how, pulsing through her body, the morphine could send my grandmother back to places and times I did not know.
Read moreOn Knowing What To Do with the Dying by Sara Baker →
Most of us are not prepared for our role—medical or otherwise—with a person who is dying. We are not around death often, and we feel awkward and unsure of ourselves when confronted with it. In my poem, “What Do the Dying Want?” I give voice to this dilemma—do the dying want words or silence or music? Do they want to be touched or “to be left alone, to slip modestly/from their bodies when no one is looking, to leave without a fuss?”
Read moreOnce Upon a Time, Uncensored: Diagnosis, or the Moment of Disclosure by Kathryn A. Cantrell →
Most illness narratives lack a definite beginning or end; instead, they are conglomerations of family stories, heuristics, and societal images from long before a disease presents. Despite knowing this, I always return to that first moment of disclosure as the once upon a time conception of an illness narrative.
Read moreThe Art of Translation: Finding the Right Words About Cancer by Sarah Safford
When I first was asked to comment on the connection of my work to another one in this journal I didn’t know where to begin. How to choose? All of the pieces spoke to me in some way and I was so happy to have found a community of like-minded souls, searching for meaning and beauty in stories of illness. Then I came across “Translate” by Mario de la Cruz and realized how deeply the heart of my work connects to his spoken words, as I too am looking for “…the power to translate/from my lips to your ears/from my thoughts to your thoughts/my interior to your exterior…” using language to shed light in dark places.
Read moreReclaiming Empathy: Why Doctors Need to Tell Their Stories by Stefanie Reiff, MD →
When I read, I find there are moments where it seems the author has plucked an emotion or idea out of my own experience and brought it to life on the page. This happened as I read Katherine Guess's piece, “I Need to Tell This Story” (Fall 2014 Intima), which chronicles the author's discovery of the emotional and psychological importance of sharing one’s own story. Guess adeptly writes, "I realized that [my patient] needed to tell [her] narrative in order to sort through the events of the last few days." This discovery perfectly describes my own experience in writing my poem, "Emergency Department," I found myself continually revisiting my patient, her loss, and my own personal struggle with the emotional burden of informing a patient she had miscarried.
Read more“What Would You Do, Doctor?” A reflection on how much a doctor should share with his or her patients by Katie Guess →
The questions begin as soon as the patient or family member hears a diagnosis. They come in no particular order. Sometimes, they come frantically. Sometimes, they come slowly, but nevertheless, they come. The physician can usually predict the questions. “What are the treatment options?” “What are the chances of success? Of cure?” “How long does he or she have?” And most physicians likely have memorized research results to regurgitate. But then the patient or family asks the question the answer to which cannot be found in medical literature, “What would you do, doctor?”
Read moreThe Price of Cancer by Wendy French →
My son says I’m a pessimist because for me the cup is never half full or empty: the contents have been spilled entirely. Maybe it’s the work I have undertaken over the past year as Poet in Residence for Macmillan Cancer Centre, UCLH. All day I have to be as positive and empathetic as I can for patients who are in various stages of diagnosis and treatment.
Read moreBearing Witness and the Power of Narrative Medicine by Vaidehi Mujumdar →
I wrote “The Operation” many times. The first draft was probably in Winter 2013, when I was just free writing short ethnographies that would later be crafted and edited into my undergraduate thesis. In the same way, I see “Witness” by Annie Robinson, published in the Fall 2013 issue of the Intima, as an arm of “The Operation.” Superficially, both talk about reproductive and sexual health. But what resonated the most with me is this one line:
Read moreThe Hospital as a Dynamic Spatial Experience by Tarina Quraishi
In the Spring 2015 Intima piece “On Elevators,” I navigate the spatial experience of a hospital, charting how the diverse anxieties of the exam room, waiting room, break room and boardroom intersect briefly inside the cramped quarters of an elevator. In her piece “Coming out of the Medical Closet” in the Spring 2014 Intima, nursing student Angelica Recierdo similarly characterizes the medical closet as a place to gather not only supplies, but emotional strength to enter a patient’s room.
Read moreBearing Witness to Orphans, Mothers and Strangers by Sara Awan →
In the the poem, "Close to the Flowers: Notes from a Tanzanian Orphanage," Woods Nash bears witness to the plight of orphans, mothers and strangers in a faraway place. It is visceral, the plastic-ness of the sack, the dirt, the body. It is painterly. It illuminates. It is very very very sad. It is a small poem fit for a billboard.
Read moreBreathing in Metaphor and Simile by Julia Jenny Sevy
Immediately my eyes fixate on the center bottom of the photo. The figure is flesh colored and kneels in an anthropomorphic way, so we know it is human. But the truly remarkable thing about the photo is the feeling that oozes out of it, or rather, her. I feel for her yet I can barely see her. "Things She Cannot Show You" (Fall 2014 Intima) instantly causes me to contemplate language and the great limits it places on conveying an illness narrative; and in turn, how this lack of adequate language leads to intense isolation for humans experiencing, quite literally, unspeakable things.
Read moreSeeing beyond the Double Blind Study: A Reflection on Evidence-Based Medicine and Scientific Truth by Lily C. Chan
While evidence-based medicine and the double-blind study is certainly a valid lens through which to view illness and health... the marginalization of intangibles or unquantifiables such as the patient experience and physician-patient rapport is an unfortunate side effect.
Read moreString Theory: How Learning to Play the Violin Saved Me by Jason Cheung
As I ruminated over my experience of learning to play the violin, playing collaboratively, and then using those skills to heal myself and others, I found Erica Fletcher’s “Viola Strings and Other Troubles: Mentoring a Medical Student’s Artistic Endeavors” (Intima Spring 2014) a source of inspiration. Ms. Fletcher reminded me that tuning a violin or a viola string, or engaging in an artistic endeavor generally, can temper the ebb and flow of a journey of recovery through a mental illness.
Read moreAnother Reflection on the Slippery Slope of Compassion by Nina Gaby, APRN-PMH
Yesterday, in the hall of the outpatient clinic where I practice as a psychiatric nurse practitioner, my patient politely took my extended hand at the end of our session and then quickly hit the button on the wall sanitizer. The wall sanitizer had been my first impulse as well, but I refrained, worried as to the message I might give if I immediately cleansed my hand after we touched.
Read more“I am not a Role Model” by Jacob L. Freedman
One’s identity is unarguably a product of one's history and life experience. We are also the product of our parents, grandparents, and the distant branches of our family tree. Beyond the obvious genetics—thank you for the 6’2’’ genes Grandpa Frank and not-so-much-thank-you for male pattern-baldness Grandpa Tudrus—our elders serve as our role models for adulthood, parenthood, career aspirations, and everything else one could possibly think of.
Read moreCan Art Mediate the Indignity of Illness? by Claire Constance
I was born and raised in a Catholic family. This revealed itself in the landscape of my childhood in subtle ways: stray rosaries in the the silverware drawer, conversations in which saints were talked about like old neighbors (“Have you seen the rake?” “Hmm, have you talked to St. Anthony lately?”), and the occasional mass in my family’s living room, presided over by my Jesuit uncle. As a fledgling Catholic, I was also exposed to a lot of talk about dignity.
Read moreA Transmutation: Balancing the Emotional-Intellectual Constraints of Becoming a Doctor by Irène Mathieu
Eyes closed, lips pressed in a determined smile or grimace, back hunched to brace against the forlorn landscape, the central figure in Renua Giwa-Amu’s piece “Elmer” reminds me of my own medical journey. A fourth-year student on the verge of graduation, I reflect on how my entire education thus far has been dependent on the pain and illness of countless patients I have read about or cared for.
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