Dear Life: On Caring for the Elderly
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Dear Life is a moving and controversial argument against the creeping tendency to see the elderly as a “burden”—difficult, hopeless, expensive and homogenous. While we rightly seek to curb treatment when it is futile, harmful or against a patient’s wishes, this can sometimes lead to limits on care that suit the system rather than the person. Doctors may declare a situation hopeless when it may not be so.
We must plan for a future when more of us will be old, Hitchcock argues, with the aim of making that time better, not shorter. And we must change our institutions and society to meet the needs of an ageing population. Dear Life is a landmark book by one of Australia’s most powerful writers.
“The elderly, the frail are our society. They are our parents and grandparents, our carers and neighbours, and they are every one of us in the not-too-distant future . . . They are not a growing cost to be managed or a burden to be shifted or a horror to be hidden away, but people whose needs require us to change” – Karen Hitchcock, Dear Life
‘In Dear Life, Hitchcock has laid out her most important work to date in the type of clear, rational, respectful prose that the topic demands. As much as our natural instinct may be to avert our gaze from death, to push it from our minds at every opportunity, this essay is inspirational and aspirational in its scope. It is highly recommended to all those who hold life dear, and especially to those whose professional lives are devoted to helping us through illness and death with dignity.’—Weekend Australian
‘Hitchcock’s essay is not comfortable reading, but it is compelling’ —The Saturday Paper
‘A sensitive, rigorous, and moving account that exposes the prevailing ageism in our medical services and in Australian society as a whole.’ —Australian Book Review
Karen Hitchcock
Karen Hitchcock is the author of the award-winning story collection Little White Slips and a regular contributor to the Monthly. She is also a staff physician in acute and general medicine at the Alfred Hospital, Melbourne.
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Dear Life - Karen Hitchcock
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Introduction
We elders have learned a thing or two, including invisibility … When I mention the phenomenon to anyone around my age, I get back nods and smiles. Yes, we’re invisible. Honored, respected, even loved, but not quite worth listening to anymore. You’ve had your turn, Pops; now it’s ours.
— ROGER ANGELL, 93
There are many ways to get sick, many ways to crumble and crash. I work as a physician in a big inner-city hospital overflowing with the sick. The orthopaedic ward is full of people who got up for a glass of water and snapped their hip. The psychiatry ward’s full of near suicides and phantom voices drilling holes in people’s heads. The cardiac cath lab’s overflowing with heart attacks. The burns unit usually has one or two people who tipped a bucket of petrol over their head and struck a match. We house the frail and the elderly, the drunken and the overdosed. Hearts and lungs are plucked from the brain-dead and sewn into the diseased; people crowd the emergency department, suffering because their organs are slowly failing the body that shelters them. What made them sick? What is health? What is it that we do to people in a hospital?
Fundamentally, it would seem, a doctor’s job is to treat and protect diseased and threatened organs – those beautiful and intricate and faithful structures that pump and squeeze and metabolise away, mostly quietly, keeping us alive. Just treat them, doc, and go home. How difficult can it be? But when doctors sit in consulting rooms or walk the wards, we don’t confront kidneys and hearts. We encounter complex, imperfect, suffering people with specific histories, cultures and understandings of sickness and health. And we do this, for the most part, within institutions with vast management structures whose role is to maintain economic viability and safety. We do it within government-dictated fiscal constraints. The business of health care is something much more than a delivery of goods and services.
The medical system is constructed from tacked-together fragments – GPs, specialists, the hospitals, mental health services, community services – all of which have little contact with each other. We treat social and medical needs separately, although they are intricately entwined. Hospitals themselves are designed around a body fragmented into discrete organs. Often, our institutions serve clinicians, bureaucrats and cutting-edge science better than those they are supposed to be serving.
Most of my patients are old. This new longevity of ours is a triumph. I have had patients who are over 100 years of age and still live at home. I see them and feel wonder and hope. But the health system – and society – is struggling to adapt to our ageing population. At times it seems we are struggling against it.
In 1976 Robert Neil Butler, an American geriatrician, won a Pulitzer Prize for his book Why Survive? Being old in America, in which he coined the term ageism.
In Why Survive? Butler outlines many ways the elderly are neglected in society and shut out of the medical system. Five years earlier, in France, Simone de Beauvoir published The Coming of Age, in which she too describes a society where the elderly are forgotten, discarded or despised. Both books are rigorously researched and statistic-heavy. The points the writers make are as relevant today as they were forty years ago.
It is difficult to improve the care we offer our elders – in and out of hospital – when, as Linda Marsa writes, we are fearful of the swelling ranks of ‘greedy geezers’, the oncoming grey tsunami of the sick and frail elderly who will be an emotional and financial burden on their families and friends, and whose infirmities could bankrupt the health-care system.
We hear a continual cry that our health-care system is unsustainable
; that the health-care needs of ageing baby-boomers may bankrupt the country. Age discrimination in medicine is widespread, although often hidden behind many benevolent aims: the promotion of patient autonomy, the wise allocation of health resources, the avoidance of what is futile, the primacy of quality of life. Our response to age-related memory loss and dementia is to institutionalise, isolate, sedate. Supporting independence and wellbeing in old age remains a low priority.
One of the most-read articles in the Atlantic in 2014 was Why I Hope to Die at 75
by a professor of bioethics, Ezekiel Emanuel. In it, he jauntily promotes the idea that it is a horror to grow old; that growing old necessarily involves the accumulation of disability, the transformation of a human subject into a wreck and a burden on family and society. Emanuel’s answer to his dire evaluation of elderly life is to die early. There’s a picture of him, a man in his late fifties, radiating vitality, sitting with his feet up on his desk, long legs crossed, drinking from a cup that says The Boss.
Another picture shows him with his arms slung around two of his nephews at a base camp of Mount Kilimanjaro, which the three climbed. Accompanying the article is a bright yellow graph that depicts the decline in one’s productivity with increasing age. Emanuel knows his place – as the boss, at the top of the mountain, at the peak of a very particular kind of productivity – and he would rather die than give it up.
There are many ways to show that we devalue our elderly, are repulsed by them, terrified of becoming them. They have been and remain the last priority in our medical system and the ones we target first with our austerity measures. This book does not offer simple solutions to the structural inadequacies it diagnoses. The solutions are not simple. My chief aim is to strike a note of caution and to make explicit something that often remains unsaid and yet can be heard quite clearly: that the elderly are burdensome, bankrupting, non-productive. That old age is not worth living.
Old and Sick
Before I started studying medicine, my grandmother was diagnosed with idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis. I had no idea what that was.
Scarring of the lungs,
she said.
She was put on little white tablets called prednisolone. I had no idea what they were.
She was thrilled when I announced my plan to become a doctor. She was ecstatic with pride. She’d tell anyone who listened – the person scanning our groceries at the supermarket, for example. She’d look at him, then at me, then at him and I’d know it was coming: This is my granddaughter.
The guy would look up from the tin of baked beans in his hand, his face all, "And?"
She’d put her hand on my forearm, lean in towards him and say, She’s studying to be a doctor.
I’d roll my eyes and go, Nan, jeez …
When I visited her at home, the first thing she’d say to me as I walked in the door was, Stop. Stand over there. Now turn around.
I’d roll my eyes and say, Nan, jeez.
I just want to look at you,
she’d say. Now, come here, and bring that comb.
She’d been a hairdresser. My hair often didn’t live up to her standards.
In my second year of med school, I bought my first stethoscope. When Nan said, Stand over there,
I said, Wait!
Pulled the stethoscope out of my backpack, looped it around my neck and turned around. You should have seen her face.
By the time I was in third year, she was eighty-one and permanently attached by the nostrils to a long tube connected to an oxygen concentrator. The concentrator sat in the lounge room, humming like an air-conditioner, and the tube was long enough for her to move all around the house.
She said, My lungs are ‘diseased’, what a terrible word … Listen to them if you wish.
I pressed my stethoscope against her soft pink skin, and caught my breath. By then I knew what those fine crackling sounds meant.
She always had an afternoon nap, and I’d get into bed next to her with my textbook, and she’d quietly watch me from her side of the twenty or so pillows.
Just before my fourth-year clinical exams, she fell in the bathroom at night and lay on the cold tiles until morning. At the hospital they said she’d had a heart attack and things looked bad. She was too weak to drink. She gripped my hand, hard as steel, and whispered to me, I don’t want to die yet.
The consultant physician said, We could consider palliation …
I begged him, Please keep going.
In hospital she told me halting, dreamy stories, about planting the orchard of almond trees on the bare land her husband inherited in Deer Park. How the neighbouring farmers laughed at her and said, Almonds won’t grow here, love. It’s futile.
She watered them by hand, with buckets when there was no rain, watched them grow. I’d spent my childhood gathering sacks of nuts from those gigantic trees.
One evening Nan’s IV cannula blocked and the cover resident came to site a new one, a trainee nurse in tow. I don’t know what the IV line was for – fluid or diuretics or antibiotics – something necessary for her treatment. The resident said to me authoritatively, You realise this is futile.
I tried to explain that for Nan being in hospital and the pain of a thin