Friday, February 11, 2011

Debbie’s big week

What did you do this week?  Whatever it was, I bet that you weren’t as busy as my Senator, Debbie Stabenow:

Stabenow proposes new incentives for electric cars

U.S. Sen. Debbie Stabenow unveiled a legislative proposal today to boost electric vehicles sales by letting buyers claim tax credits at the time of purchase…

The Lansing Democrat unveiled the Charging America Forward Act — a bill that would authorize the U.S. Energy Department to award another $2 billion in grants "for the manufacturing of advanced batteries and components, and provide facility funding awards" for vehicle batteries, hybrid electrical systems and components…

Stabenow's proposal would allow purchasers to get the $7,500 as a rebate at the time of purchase — such as at a car dealership. It would also extend and expand a tax credit for purchasing medium or heavy-duty plug-in hybrid trucks until 2014. The tax credit would be worth between $15,000 and $100,000, depending on the truck's size.

Electric cars:  They’re so awesome, we have to pay you to buy them!

And she wasn’t done:

Ag committee chair Stabenow backs bill to benefit growers, processors

…All told, Congress' farm bills touch every step in the modern human nutrition chain from farm to fork, enacting a wide swath of policies including crop subsidies and price supports, insurance, food stamps and even land conservation. And Sen. Debbie Stabenow, D-Lansing, now chairwoman of the Senate's Agriculture Committee, said the next bill is likely to go further than its predecessor, pushing beyond food to tackle energy needs, hopefully with increased support for biomass fuel producers.

But the road ahead is likely to be rough, if history is any indication. The last farm bill, enacted in 2008, cost $288 billion over five years and included billions in crop subsidies and other price supports that were flashpoints for tea party rhetoric leading up to last year's elections.

Granted, Senator Stabenow’s father owned a car dealership and she graduated from MSU, so if anybody is gonna drop a couple hundred billion dollars on cars and farms, she’s qualified. 

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Johnny Hopkins

Obligatory in any post that references Johns Hopkins:

Also, probably NSFW.  Which for you elderly folk, means “Not Safe For Work.”  But if you’re elderly, you’re probably retired.  So it’s safe for you. 

Anyway, the point here:  I’m in the process of making an appointment up at Johns Hopkins University Hospital.  Since I plan to hang out on the East Coast for a while, I need a doc over here.  Johns Hopkins has one of the best cancer centers in the country, but it’s also where Dr. Li trained, so she was able to give me a few recommendations.  I’ve found that if doctors have some familiarity with each other (like Dr. Anderson and Dr. Al-Katib), it’s a bit easier to get them to converse, coordinate, chat, etc. 

Johns Hopkins is now the sixth(!) medical system I’ve had to ship my records/tissue off too.  By now I’m a pro.  But this whole process…holy hell.  It’s no wonder people don’t go for second or third opinions.  I – my mother, more accurately – have been extremely diligent about keeping my records, organizing them, keeping them updated, and keeping them together.  But we’re pushing into the hundreds in terms of a page count, and I’m still finding new things from various doctors in the mix. 

It’s a little surprising, but I don’t have that many medical records.  Most of the stuff is repetitive – bloodwork every week, chemo records for each cycle, doctor’s notes for each checkup.  But some of the stuff is more interesting.  If you’re planning to get cancer anytime in the near future – which I do not advise* – these are what new docs are really looking for:

  1. Pathology reports:  They did all sorts of crap to my tumor.  It’s big, so there’s a lot of tissue to play with, and Henry Ford, U-M and the NIH have all played with it.  They slice it up nice, look at it under a microscope, stain it with stuff (to make it react…something like that), and do other things.  The path reports are the hardest to understand, but they’re very important for the docs.  Fortunately (and perhaps unfortunately), I have three of these things now.  Johnny Hopkins wants to make it four.  Sometimes, these hospitals are just going by protocol when they ask for my tissue, not realizing that I have had the damn thing examined three times.  But whatever.  They want tissue, there’s a lot of it. 
  2. Doctor’s notes:  Routine notes are boring, but when you discuss a lot during a visit, or go in for a consult, these can be very interesting.  In short, the doctor is supposed to summarize the meeting and his or her thought process behind what he said at the meeting.  I’m sure these are a pain in the ass to maintain, but the substantive ones are very important for a doc to see to be able to figure out what the other doctors are thinking. 
  3. PET Scans:  These come in two forms: a written report, and images on a disc.  The discs are way cooler, but also more difficult to play with – computers from different health systems don’t always play nice.  But I think the discs are extremely important.  For example, my second PET scan says that there has been a “significant decrease in metabolic activity” and the third scan says there has been “further decrease in metabolic activity.”  Well that’s not exceptionally helpful.  Until you look at the images and see the significant difference between the two. 

The issue is, the way I’ve acquired and maintained this stuff cannot be normal.  I ask for printouts of every test every time I go to the doc.  The mother has all the stuff in a binder with flags and tabs and whatnot.  I have multiple binders and folders.  I don’t know how everybody handles their stuff, but I can’t say I think this is normal. 

And the upshot of that is I cannot imagine how many errors are made or how much care suffers because medical record maintenance is an absolute disaster.  Of course, intra-hospital systems are just fine.  For example, Henry Ford uses a system called CarePlus that I’ve been able to observe, and it’s pretty efficient and organized.  That’s why Dr. Kim walked into the room and started checking my groin for lumps – because he saw a note on a groin injury I had back in 2009. 

But when a patient wants to go from hospital to hospital, that’s where the problems begin.  The process literally goes like this:

  1. Hospital B tells me “send us your medical records from Hospital A”
  2. I contact somebody at Hospital A.  They send me to “medical records.”  Medical records doesn’t know me or my case and really can’t tell which records are which.  So I get a possibly-incomplete stack of records.  Then my images are in a department called “nuclear medicine.”  Awesome name; less awesome to find it in the hospital. 
  3. I send some records to Hospital B.  Sometimes I’m not sure what I’ve sent; sometimes they don’t get what they want.  Then they request some tissue.
  4. I ask 37 people how I can get my own tissue.  I’m finally led to the people in the pathology lab.  I ask them to send my tissue.  They say they can’t without a request from Hospital B.
  5. I call Hospital B and ask them to request my stuff.  It gets sent. 
  6. Inevitably, something gets screwed up. 

By now, I’ve played this game enough times and developed enough contacts that I can make this process happen like clockwork (as I did this week, getting 90-some pages from 4 medical centers along with my tissue over to JHMI).

But holy hell, what if I was a 70 year old who was really having some serious health problems?  Or even a normal person who was less anal about his medical records?  I would have no idea how to get this stuff, no idea if I had it all, and thus, Hospital B would have no idea what they had.  And this is serious stuff.  Like, cancer serious. 

Fortunately, I finally have this system down pat.  It’s still taken roughly 15 e-mails and five phone calls over the course of a week, and I still don’t have an appointment scheduled.  This is in part due to JHMI’s system – they have case reviews on Tuesday, and I called last Wednesday.  But still – this is what it takes to schedule an appointment. 

Anyway, the end game is an appointment at Johns Hopkins at some point in the near future.  I’m still considering hooking up with a more local (in DC) oncologist just so I can get tests or bloodwork or whatnot done with minimal disruption to my schedule.  But I wasn’t going to pass up one of the country’s best cancer centers and a personal recommendation from a doctor who knows the system. 

That is where we stand.  I’ll keep you posted. 

(*District of Columbia Bar disclaimer:  Since I have not yet been admitted to the DC bar, the advice to “not get cancer” is *NOT* legal advice and should not be construed as such.  It is also *NOT* medical advice, because that would be practicing medicine without a license.  It is just general life advice.  Take it as such). 

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Detroitotherapy

Ah what the hell.  Might as well join the 55 friends (I counted, although I stopped after Monday morning) who either posted or referenced this thing in the past 36 hours:

If you didn’t hear, Detroit was in a commercial during the Super Bowl:

detSB

We get excited about these things.

Of course, we all love Detroit. Just not enough to, you know, actually live there.  Or near there.  Of the roughly 55 people who confessed their love for the D, I think about 8 actually live in the state of Michigan.  Not a single one lives in Detroit. 

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That’s really just an observation, not a judgment.  I liked the ad.  It was really well done.  It gave me goose bumps, as I’m sure it did to many others, and that’s not something you can feign.  I don’t doubt that any of my friends who praised the ad genuinely felt pride for their hometown. 

But it’s at least moderately interesting that a bunch of people who left the Motor City for New York City and the Windy City beamed with pride at an ad that sneered at New York City and the Windy City and championed the Motor City. 

The whole thing captured the crushing irony that is Detroit:  A couple million people who will fiercely defend the city, who take pride in their hometown, and who cheer commercials with pointed lines like, “That’s our story. Now it’s probably not the one you’ve been reading in the papers. The one being written by folks who have never even been here. and don’t know what we’re capable of.”  But people who do so from anywhere but Michigan.

Which makes this story placement so beautifully tragic:

braindrain

This is the paradox of Detroit: Millions of people who genuinely love the place, but who flee like it’s the Titanic. 

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So I get irritated when people leave comments like this around here:

You love moving to DC and bashing on the city you're from.

Especially when it’s in response to a post in which I provided exactly 93 words of additional comment on a simple news article. 

Look I’ll stand up for Detroit as much as the next guy.  People (and the aforementioned commercial) have a point when they rail against people who make snide comments about Detroit without ever visiting the place. 

But hell, I lived just outside Detroit for a quarter century.  I’ve spent a fair amount of the time in the city; a pretty significant amount of time during my last year of law school.  I follow Detroit news and politics pretty closely.  Does that make me an expert?  Absolutely not.  Does it give me some basis on which to form an opinion?  I think so. 

And I can’t sit here and lecture you about how beautiful Detroit is.  Or tell you how nice it is once you’re actually there.  Or complain about how unfairly Detroit is treated by various media outlets.  Because I think if I sat at a bar in Washington, DC drinking a microbrew and lecturing you on the virtues of Detroit, that would be a little disingenuous.  You shouldn’t question my emotion, but you could certainly question my view of the facts.  Anybody can come up with praiseful words for Detroit.  But I’ll take them a lot more seriously if we’re not sitting in a place 800 miles from the state we both fled when you say them.

Words are words.  You can tell what people actually think of Detroit by looking at their actions.  And it’s very clear what people think.

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This is the tragic paradox of being a Detroiter.  I don’t think you have to live inside the borders to be a Detroiter.  I don’t think you have to live in the city to love Detroit.  You love your hometown.  But you also want a job in a safe, active city.  Sometimes, those things conflict. 

And it sucks.  You sit in another city and read a steady drumbeat of bad news emanate from Detroit.  And it’s not because the evil media only focuses on the bad stuff.  It’s because there’s a steady drumbeat of bad news emanating form Detroit

Detroit is seriously ill.  I’m not sure there’s anybody that will disagree with that.  So yeah, you can go to Detroit and focus on the bright spots – they do exist.  But that would be the equivalent of me maintaining this blog and not writing about cancer.  It’s the elephant in the room.  And if you don’t do something drastic about it, it’s going to consume everything good that you’re trying to focus on.  Detroit needs that drastic change.  I post here to highlight things that are indicative of what I think needs to change.  You can disagree with me or accuse me of bashing Detroit, fine.  But people vote with their feet. 

I love Detroit.  But Detroit’s problem is not “haters.”  Detroit’s problem is that millions of people love it, yet nobody wants to be with it.