Returning to Clinical Practice After Brain Surgery

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I remember him waiting patiently as I shifted nervously in my chair. He had just presented me with a golden opportunity, yet I hesitated. Looking down at his feet, I was avoiding eye contact, hoping to hide my anxiety. I contemplated his offer, wanting desperately to find the courage to accept. Only two years prior, I naively sought this very opportunity, ignoring the obstacles that were in my way after I underwent a surgical procedure to remove a benign brain tumor. After that surgery, I expected to return home and recover followed by my eventual return to clinical practice. Instead, I became paralyzed and was admitted into rehab and thus beginning my journey of recovery. Despite the significant deficit I experienced from paralysis, I considered multiple job opportunities for physician assistants, my profession and passion. I could not fathom departing from clinical practice, despite being told that I could not work with patients for at least two years after suffering what the physician at rehab described as a traumatic brain injury.

Yet that day, two years later, while I was walking with an assistive device, driving, and already employed full-time in academia, I was afraid. Afraid that maybe I wasn’t ready or good enough to provide patient care. The man that waited patiently for me to consider his offer was my employer, Dr. Daniel Cervonka, the Program Director for the Physician Assistant program with which I was employed. In addition to his administrative responsibilities at the program, Dr. Cervonka was also the lead PA for a drug and alcohol rehabilitation program, Recovery Network of Programs (RNP), which was seeking PAs at that time. Eventually, with his persistent yet gentle encouragement, I decided to take the offer.

In so many ways, brain surgery has changed the landscape of my life. I feel stronger as an individual knowing that I am able to overcome such an obstacle yet weaker because I am now far more susceptible to the devastating effects of fatigue and stress that many healthcare professionals battle on a regular basis. I am more empathetic having been on the other side of the white coat, experiencing anxiety regarding one’s diagnosis and prognosis, and frustration with the lack of communication or what I as the patient deemed inadequate time spent with a health care provider during my patient encounter. I took these valuable experiences with me, nervous with anticipation yet excited with hope. A stethoscope in one hand and an ID badge in another, I entered the clinic and started a new chapter one year ago, exactly two years after my surgery as the doctor had advised.

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At first, I was slow, very slow. I fatigued easily carrying patient charts from one end of the hall to the other. Patients lined in the hallway, waiting to be seen by the nurses would shoot puzzled glances at the woman walking down the hallway with a cane in one hand and patient charts in another. The walk down was exhausting and embarrassing. After two years, I still struggled with a new identity of being “disabled”. In between patient encounters, I would rest my legs and my hand. We were still paper charting in the beginning and of all things fatiguing, writing was my nemesis. The physical exams were done without hesitation or difficulty. I had mastered my own technique and by following a regimen of head to toe, I developed a routine. After my first day I felt invigorated, thoroughly satiated by the experience. The fatigue both mentally and physically, would rear its ugly head the next day. I realized soon that I would need to space my shifts to accommodate my disability. After a while, I realized that I could also ask for help with carrying charts or calling on patients. Often, counselors would help in these areas or patient techs and I began to rely on them. This greatly minimized fatigue and helped speed up patient flow.

Interestingly, patients too are helpful and empathetic. These patients are undergoing detoxification from substances ranging from alcohol, opiates, to benzos and despite their own struggles, they never cease to amaze me with their concern for my well-being. These are underserved and underestimated individuals, many of whom grew up in and out of prison, suffered exploitation, years of physical and sexual violence and yet, when they see me, they are concerned for my health. Curious, they will stop me in the hallway to ask about my disability and how it came to be. I distinctly remember earlier on, one particular patient, emaciated and weathered by years of battling a heroin addiction and poor nutrition, appearing far older than “their” 50 or so years of life who was genuinely concerned about me. Seated in the hallway seeking comfort in solace, as many patients do, “they” rose to their feet as I was passing by and gently grabbed my arm . “Honey, what happened to you? How come you have a cane?” Caught off-guard, I hesitated. How much I should share, I wondered. Should I even share? Eventually, I thought, maybe it will help “them” see that there are struggles we can overcome.

Unsure, I responded, “I had surgery for a brain tumor and became paralyzed. As you can see, I’m still recovering, but have come very far.”

“Honey, I’m going to pray for you. I’m so sorry, too young for that. God bless you. That’s amazing.”

I remember feeling stunned by this response as I was not expecting such kindness. If anything I thought it would satisfy “their” curiosity. A few others had gathered and also echoed their prayers and well wishes. I looked around at their sympathetic smiles, overwhelmed by their acknowledgement.

“I guess we’re all recovering from something” I said.  I remember this statement striking a chord with them. I realized too the power of what I had just said. It was true, in life, we are all recovering from something. I stood there in the hallway with them for that brief moment not only as the clinician, but as a patient myself. One of my favorite quotes comes to mind as I often remember that moment, “Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.”

Since my return to clinical practice, I have successfully recertified my boards this fall and have been able to share my many patient care experiences with my students, in hopes that all the things I am blessed to have experienced can one day guide them into becoming more sympathetic and well-rounded clinicians. After practicing again, I feel validated teaching young aspiring PAs the values I hold dear in regards to patient care and also, I feel complete. For two years, something was missing, something which I only found upon returning to clinical practice. As I continue to grow in my profession, benefiting from the help and support of my colleagues, I make sure to remember to take each step down that hallway and in life, one step at a time or as we say in medicine, “all things in moderation”.

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From Paralysis to Professor: Returning to Work after Brain Surgery

Excited to have my article published online at philly.com Diagnosis: Cancer! Thank you to the American Brain Tumor Association for their efforts in sharing my story and for helping me edit my final piece. 

http://www.philly.com/philly/blogs/diagnosis-cancer/Returning-to-work-after-brain-surgery.html