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Anita Gaind, New York Medical College A Personal Perspective Becoming a medical student is a process filled with stress, joy, anticipation, and worry. None of us could quite imagine the changes that would take place in our lives. The first few days and weeks of classes, our anatomy group was still getting accustomed to the long hours and personalities, not to mention preparing for our first oral exam. It was difficult, but exciting and new at the same time. About a month after school began that summer, I was at the family clinic with my Primary Care preceptor on a Wednesday afternoon. I was wearing my white coat, meeting patients and discussing nutrition with my preceptor. When my pager went off three times in a row, I knew it was something important. I dialed my sisters number in San Francisco, wondering what could possibly be so urgent. When her voice on the other line uttered the words, "It's Daddy. He's gone (silence)...Dad died this morning," it was all I could do to keep myself standing. The tears came with such a force that I could not stop them. It was absolutely the worst news I had ever received; my body went numb, yet there I was, in my white coat, trying to get control over my own emotions. I arrived home and began calling people. The dean at school was understanding "Take all the time you need," she said. My anatomy professor gave similar condolences. Everyone reassured me that this would not affect my standing at school, that "everything will be fine." During the next week, my family and I put together a beautiful memorial service for my father, including an Indian feast complete with chicken tikka masala, daal and samosa. Our many friends who had become Dads friends in the four months that he lived with us in San Francisco were there, and they shared their precious memories. I felt OK that week, surrounded by my sisters and many friends who knew my dad and wanted to memorialize his life as I did. Medical school became a distant world. After returning to school, it seemed as if I was walking around observing everything, rather than participating. I felt like an outsider the focus and drive that I saw in every face was foreign to me now. I felt that I, alone, did not belong. Although every professor and friend offered to help, there was not much they could do. All of my classmates were so worried about passing the tests themselves that there was little they could do to assure me that I would. I felt like I needed help, yet I did not know what that was nor did I believe that anyone could really help me. The only people I felt comfortable reaching out to were my mother and fiancée and fortunately, I lived with them at the time. While our school did offer mental health services, there was only one counselor available, and based on my previous limited contact with him, I did not feel comfortable going to him. He did not return a couple of my emails or phone calls regarding a referral to a female counselor. I figured it was a waste of time and stopped trying. I resolved to "deal" with my grief the best I could at home, and to try to be as productive as I could at school. In the end, I passed all of my classes that year. My relationship with my fiancée grew stronger and we were married the following summer. Although I would have loved to have my father there with me for all of it, I know that he was present in his own way. My spiritual sense of self and life in general grew and I reached a healthy acceptance of my fathers death. I still think about my father every day, and in the end, these thoughts have helped keep me going. How Is This Relevant? Looking back at my first year of medical school, it is difficult to believe the anger, sadness, and alienation that I felt during most of the year. I had read about the grieving process prior to losing my father, but I never had to internalize it before. During my second year of medical school, I became aware of classmates who were experiencing devastating losses. The brother of one classmate was shot and killed the week before our finals. He chose to take the exams at the scheduled time because his only alternative would have been to take oral exams later which would have been significantly more difficult to pass. In essence, he felt that he did not have a viable choice other than to study intensely and take exams during a time of profound grief and sadness. I believe that medical students experiencing grief and loss are particularly vulnerable to problems stemming from a lack of support because of the demands of our training process. To feel that one "does not have time to grieve" is painful and unhealthy, yet very real for many students in this position. Now that I am in the hospital and coming into contact with very sick and dying patients, I realize that this issue is relevant to every medical student. The rigors of our training demand that we be almost "super-human" at times, placing unrealistic expectations on us, even when we are in a healthy state. Because of this, medical schools should have in place comprehensive, approachable resources that are easily and quickly accessed at times when students in grief need them most. What We Can Do AMSA can help in this endeavor. Because part of our mission is to address the needs of medical students, AMSA chapters can and should help to ensure that their schools have the resources needed for grieving students. Following are some concrete examples of what individual AMSA chapters can do:
These are just a few ideas as to how your AMSA chapter can help make resources available at your school for grieving students. By cultivating the type of support that medical students in grief truly need, we will all become better physicians. If you have further input or ideas regarding this topic, please contact Anita Gaind at: anita_gaind@nymc.edu or (914) 478-4776. |
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