Autism, Measles, Vaccines and Truth. Protecting the Lives of Innocent Children

He had never been embraced by his adolescent daughter, never heard her say the words “I love you,” never had a conversation with her at all. Autism had stolen all of this from him, her condition was that severe. So moving were his words that as the man testified before congress, the hearing room was uncharacteristically quiet. In addition to being the father of a daughter with autism he was a professor of infectious disease at San Diego Children’s Hospital. While dealing with the challenges of being parent of a severely disabled daughter he continued his duties at the hospital  where he witnessed firsthand the damage brought by measles, polio and other vaccine preventable diseases. I vividly remember his concluding remarks. He told the members of congress that after reviewing the data on vaccine safety and autism, after experiencing the pain of his daughter’s condition every day of her life, and after seeing all of the diseases in question, he was certain. If he had to make the decision again, he would immunize his daughter in a heartbeat.

I was stunned by his testimony. Not only by its power, but by the fact that I had even come across it. I was channel surfing while on vacation and landed on CSPAN by accident right as his testimony began. It seemed almost providential that as a physician dealing with immunizations on a daily basis I would so fortuitously come across such a valuable story.

I have repeated his story many times over the years in conversations with mothers and fathers about vaccine safety. Over the course of dozens upon dozens of such conversations I have realized that vaccine questions come from two perspectives. There are the honest questions from those who want to protect their children from diseases but are nervous and are seeking reassurance, and then there are the confrontational challenging questions from those who are convinced that vaccines are harmful. The testimony of the San Diego doctor has reassured many in the first group and had no impact at all on the second.

I have often wondered why that is. Why is it that there are some people who seem to feel that 9 years of education, 3 years of training and 20 years of practice add no value to my opinion beyond that of someone with a computer, a web browser and some time on their hands? If my knowledge and experience mean nothing, how do I reach such people?

The answer to the first question, why some people do not respect my opinion, seems to be a cultural one. From the 60’s onward children were taught to question authority and to be wary of placing trust in those in power. Since the 70’s, an emphasis has been placed on self-esteem. Everyone’s opinion matters, everyone’s opinion counts, and to an extent, everyone’s opinion is equal. The end result is that the physician/patient relationship has seen a new dynamic. Gone are the days when doctor’s recommendations were readily accepted and followed. We are having to prove our knowledge, even in common areas of practice such as vaccines.

I cannot trace its rise, but there is another factor as well, the apparent desire of people to be in an elite group, the group that is “in the know.” Knowing something that others don’t, discovering a “truth” that has been hidden, seems to be a powerful elixir. In my discussions with those adamantly opposed to vaccines this attitude has been common. There is an air of “other people may be duped, but I am better than that” that pervades the conversation. This attitude allows for dismissal of any argument I may offer.

The internet has made the situation worse, as misinformation and misapplied data abound. Evidence to support one’s preconceptions is never more than a few mouse clicks away. I have noticed in the anti-vaccine crowd it is never the reputable sites that they quote. Immunize.org, the CDC and the Mayo Clinic are passed over for activist sites that proclaim the “truth.”

What has amazed me the most in my discussions with patients (and in the responses to my blog post) is the emotion and anger associated with the anti-vaccine movement. Physicians and Public Health officials are not simply mistaken or wrong, we are often characterized as evil, deceptive, “in the pockets of Big Pharma,” or motivated by greed and avarice. The most gracious of the anti-vaccine responders express pity, displayed in condescending remarks that suggest I have been duped or am simply unaware. To imply that we physicians would either knowingly harm a child or remain willfully ignorant of information that may benefit a child under our care is an accusation I find difficult to process.

I have had so many conversations and my response to vaccine questions has evolved over the years. As there simply is not enough time in the day to engage in 30 minute discussions with every family about vaccine safety I have reduced my comments to a few simple points.

I tell my parents that life is full of risks. They risked the life of their child when they strapped her in the car seat and drove to my office that morning. A risk free life is not possible. I use the example of seat belts and airbags, reminding them that every year in America people are injured or killed because of seat belts and airbags but that we continue to use them in the knowledge that they save far more lives than they harm. This is the truth about vaccines. In rare cases some children may have a harmful response to an immunization and in exceedingly rare cases the reaction and harm may be severe. The alternative, not immunizing children, is much, much worse to society. One child may get away with it if all of the other parents immunize, but if society follows that path many innocent children will die.

The honest questioners, those with open minds and hearts and who do not believe that the healthcare industry is guided by evil forces, accept my words and have their children immunized. The oppositional deniers try to argue with me. At that point I simply tell them that I cannot provide care for those who do not think I know what I am talking about and who do not trust my judgment, who think I would harm their children. Out of concern for other patients in my practice, I suggest they find care elsewhere.

While this works for my practice society has a more difficult challenge for being unvaccinated does not only place the individual in jeopardy, it carries with it the risk that others may suffer. The recent outbreak arising from Disneyland is a powerful illustration of this risk, as children too young for the vaccine became infected by others. So what do we do?

I am not a politician or a legislator, but difficult decisions need to be made. I am of a bent that places great value on individual liberty and I am reluctant to suggest actions that infringe on parental rights yet I do think an argument can be made to stiffen immunization requirements, especially for school admission and particularly for those diseases that are most contagious. We need to be careful about drawing lines in the sand over contagious diseases which are almost impossible to transmit in a classroom setting but should be willing to make a stand with readily contagious diseases such as measles. We should not expect innocent children too ill or too young to be immunized to be made to pay the price for the decisions of others.

As a culture we need to be willing to say that not all opinions are equal and that our public health decisions will be based on science and not emotion. It is not an overstatement to say that the lives of our children are at stake.

- Bart

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Being Fired Isn't Always the End

“This is it. I am going to have to let you go.” And with that a 5 year relationship with one of my favorite employees ended. I have always hated letting people go but this one was especially difficult.

I hired her when she was 19, the sister in law of one of my other employees. I was not sure she would be up to task, being the primary receptionist for a busy family doctor with high standards is not an easy job. She excelled out of the gate, handling the phones and patients with grace and aplomb. They all loved her as her natural sweetness and willingness to help were impossible to resist. In the 5 years she worked for me I cannot remember single complaint from a patient.

I genuinely cared for her, and as she is Hispanic, often called used the term of endearment “Mija” when I talked to her. She talked to me about her life and her family and I felt as if we were as close as a boss can be with an employee.

So what happened?

Overtime she began to make mistakes. I wondered if it was due to the fact that she was trying to go to college in the evenings or if it is was financial pressure. Whatever the reason was, things started to fall through the cracks. I talked to her about it, counseled her about it and even warned her about it. She improved for a while but when one morning I discovered some patient results had not been forwarded to me for several weeks due to an oversight, I felt I had no choice but to say good-bye. I had to draw the line at quality of care. She was heart-broken and so was I.

A short time later she applied for a job with the Medical Group I contract with. They called and asked me about her and I gave them the best recommendation I could, telling them how she had been so wonderful for so long. To her credit she had been honest in the interview about all that had happened. They offered her the position.

We had limited contact over the next few years, she would occasionally answer the phone when I called the Medical Group and her sister-in-law gave me updates every once in a while. There were never any negative words exchanged and she never spoke ill of me to anyone. I never thought that our relationship would improve but was grateful that there seemed to be no hard feelings.

A few months ago the staff wanted to change cleaning services for the office. Her sister-in-law asked if she could do the weekend cleaning. “Why not?” I thought. So I hired her for that position. The job is on the weekends when the office is closed so I did not see at all and we talked only once or twice for brief moments.

In the last two weeks we have had staff shortages in the office due to vacation and family illness. Normally we would call a temp office for help or just struggle a long, but she is on winter break from college and the office staff wondered if she could fill in. “Why not?” I thought again!

And so she is back at the desk, answering phones and smiling at the patients. When she came in for her first shift we embraced, genuinely pleased to see one another. We have talked some and updated each other on events in our lives and I have been reminded of the sweetness and kindness that have always been a part of who she is. I have even called her “mija” again.

Her story reminds me of how life is supposed to work. Mistakes sometimes have unavoidable consequences. Bosses need to make changes and employees need to move on. Good people, kind people, can still care about one another and still wish each other well. We can forgive one another and sometimes even work together again. If only we could all forgive and love in this way!

-          Bart

Why Physicians Can't Care Anymore

Since the day I began training as a Family Doctor I had one goal- to make a difference in the lives of my patients. I soon realized that I had my greatest impact in the context of relationships with my patients. The better I knew the patient as a person, the more accurate my diagnosis was. Further, when they viewed me as a person, they were more likely to follow through with the treatment plan I recommended. With this in mind I have spent the last 20 years trying to build relationships with my patients. I am wondering if those days may be disappearing.

Building relationships takes time and many patients aren’t staying with their doctor long enough for a relationship to develop. This is not something they are choosing. Most patients have insurance through their employer or ObamaCare and employers, insurers and the government do not care which doctor the patient sees. They simply want affordable coverage. As a result many patients are seeing their insurance provider change every one to two years. Often they are switched to a plan that does not include their doctor. When this happens they are forced to switch to a new doctor as seeing an out of network provider would mean paying cash for visits and most patients simply will not pay the standard $80 charge for an office visit. The result is that strong relationships are increasingly rare.

These economic realities mean that January becomes a month of good-byes for doctors. Just this week I received two emails from families asking if there was any way I they could stay in my practice. One family has been with me for 17 years. I delivered their children and have been their doctor through depressions, anxieties and the loss of a parent. As much as they want to stay in my practice, the insurance won't pay, so they are moving on.

I wonder how long it will take for the new doctor to develop the closeness that will allow for effective care for emotional and family issues. Given the current environment such closeness may never develop, for within a few years the family may be forced to change again.

There is another problem facing patients and doctors as well. Insurers are cutting what they pay (up to 50% on some ObamaCare plans). In order to stay doctors are cramming more visits into their schedule, racing through the office day with nary a moment for conversation. I wonder how many diagnoses will be missed and how much poor communication will occur as the pursuit of cheap care results not only in new physicians but in shorter office visits as well. It is hard to get to know someone in 7-10 minutes!

For me personally, there is sadness. It is hard to say good-bye to people you have taken care of for years. I could contract with these lower paying plans in order to keep patients, but if I am forced to rush people in and out in order to pay the bills relationships will all of my patients will suffer. As I will not compromise the quality of care I provide and have already cut expenses as much as I can, I have no choice. I cannot contract with plans that do not pay a reasonable rate. So I watch patients leave. How tragic.

Healthcare reform has brought many changes. I do not think that the end of caring physician-patient relationships was supposed to be one of them.

- Bart 

The Key to Relationships Across Generations

I was standing outside the ESPNZone at Downtown Disney in Anaheim talking to some friends after dinner when up walked a young man with a sweet, silly grin. Recognition was delayed by the unexpected context but within a few seconds I realized who he was. He was a long term patient, a young man of about 19 who had been my patient since he was just an infant. The fact that he said, “Hi Doctor Barrett!” made recognition easier.

I greeted him with a hug and a “good to see you!”

He hung around for a few minutes, as did his grin, before he said good-bye and returned to his work. We didn't say much to one another, but the brief interaction was special to me.

What was special to me was how obvious it was that he was genuinely glad to see me. My friends could tell from his smile and demeanor that I was someone he considered important and that he thought it was pretty cool that he ran into me that night. I was touched by the realization that over the course of 18 years and less than a dozen office visits I had managed to have such an impact on his life.

I thought back to one of his recent office visits. I don’t recall what the reason was for him coming to the office but I do remember what we talked about other than medicine. He is a young man who has faith and we talked about his girlfriend and his relationship with her. We talked about moral purity and honoring God in life. I was not sure at the time if he welcomed the discussion but the joy he displayed at our unexpected meeting told me that the conversation had been well received.

Recent events have increased the significance of that night and what it said about our relationship with one another. I have heard and read many things about how Christian people of my generation need to reach out to and connect with the younger generation. Usually the conversations center on styles of dress, music preferences and other external issues.

What strikes me about my young patient is how unimportant all of those things are. I am 35 years older than he is and usually wear slacks, a well-ironed shirt and a tie. He wears casual clothes appropriate for his age. I do not even know what kind of music he listens to. So what created the bond between us?

I think it was genuine caring, true affection.

For most of his life I have cared for him and about him. I care about his spiritual and physical health, care enough to ask him about it and enough to encourage him to be a better person. I have been genuine in the words I use, the way I say them and the manner in which I have cared for him, and he has responded in kind.

Something to think about when we talk about developing relationships across generations. I am wondering, if in our desire to connect with younger people we are missing something important-that what is inside our hearts matters far more than any of the external qualities we typically use to define and categorize one another.

- Bart

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Surviving When Love Dies

He looked down and depressed, as if his spirit was wounded. The spark was gone from his eyes, there was a slouch to his shoulders and he spoke in more of a monotone. He was physically and emotionally exhausted. Physically from a persistent illness that had badgered him for more than a month and from overwork at a demanding high pressure job, emotionally from a marriage that had been without love for far too long.

We talked for quite a while and he shared with me how difficult his home life had become. His wife had lost respect for him years earlier and by his account the vast majority of their communication, on the rare occasions there was any, was negative and demeaning. Intimacy had disappeared and been replaced by cold silence. While divorce would be in many ways welcome he was committed to his children and to his vows, so on he suffered.

I wanted so much to help him, to come up with some brilliant advice that could lift his spirits and bring hope, but found myself at a loss. What do you tell a man in this circumstance? Platitudes and trite phrases such as “Hang in there” or “It will get better” seemed so empty and inappropriate. I thought of what I knew about him. I knew he had a desire to be good, to do good and to be the man God wanted him to be, so I simply told him that while he may not be able to do anything about the feelings and attitude of his wife, he could still be good. He could honor God, with the hope that this life is not all there is and that someday he would stand before God knowing that God would know his heart and his effort.

I encouraged him to not deal with the pain alone, but to share with others that he was struggling and to ask others for their prayers and support. I hugged him and prayed for him before he left. The ache in my heart stayed throughout the rest of the morning. I think what bothered me the most was that both he and his wife profess Christian faith, they go to church and attend Bible studies, but the most important area of their lives, their marriage, is an empty shell. I wondered how many families I see were just like his, dying on the inside while putting up a façade for the outside world.

I wonder if there may be some who read this who are in a similar circumstance, trapped in unhappiness, feeling alone and unsupported. My prayer for you is the same as it was for him, May God give you wisdom and peace and strength to get through today, and the peace and strength to get through each day as it comes. May God give you encouragement and comfort in the knowledge that He understands and will always be with you.

  • Bart