Memories…and emotions

aberfan_1_smI was just watching a BBC Breakfast item about Aberfan. Now if that name means nothing to you then you are probably less that 60 years old. For those of us old enough to remember, it was probably one of those iconic moments in your history that you remember more vividly than most. It certainly is for me.

The item was about the 50th anniversary of the disaster  which was a catastrophic collapse of a colliery spoil tip in the Welsh village of Aberfan, near Merthyr Tydfil, on 21 October 1966, which killed 116 children and 28 adults. The tip slid down the slope right into an through the primary school and the film footage (very little outside broadcast in those days) showed hopeful but unexpectant men digging and women waiting to hear of the fate of their loved ones. All those mothers waiting outside the school still bring tears to my eyes, as did watching the item and the old footage.

I was intrigued by the unavoidable tears prompted by the memory and in turn the link between emotion and memories. It’s well-known that linking emotion to events helps consolidate them in long-term memory and enable retrieval. (For once, I am going to give a Wikipedia link, because it has an excellent summary of the field). This works in all directions – positive events, traumatic episodes – and one of the ways we work with clients using NLP techniques is to dissociate a traumatic memory from the emotion, thus helping people overcome phobias and to move on from ‘difficult’ situations.

Likewise the idea that it is ‘better’ to give experiences than things, on the basis that a positive experience is more likely to be remembered than soe bit of plastic tat that ends up forgotten in the back of the garage.

So how do you create, for yourself or others, events that have some positive emotional content? Fill that memory bank with positives.

Aarrrgggghhhhh! Here we go again!

Get to the back of the queueA few weeks now since my operation and I had thought that all was going well after an initial mess-around over immediate post-operative follow-up.

Oh what a mistake!
One issue that does need addressing is a low testosterone level and on 22nd August I got a letter offering me an appointment with the endocrinologist to discuss this. Unfortunately I was due to be on holiday on the scheduled date (13th September) and so rang up noting on my copy that I had explained the position and asked for a postponment until after 19th September when I returned from holiday.
Today I rang up noting that I had heard nothing about a rearranged appointment and wondering what was happening. It turns out that my notes said I had cancelled the original appointment and so I was now at the back of the queue. Well, I suppose that saying I can’t attend is technically cancelling, but at the same time explaining why and asking for a rearrangement surely amounts to asking for a postponment? It seems not. The subtle distinction between “I do not want to see the Dr” and “I cannot see the Dr on the date you suggested, please can you arrange me another appointment” appears to be lost on the system at LTHT. Patient-friendly it is not.

Dr Murray’s secretary agreed to look into getting me a new appointment only to find that the first available one is on 3rd January 2017. Really!! So I asked her to have a word with Dr Murray, relating how long I had been in the system, with a view to finding an earlier appointment. I am not hopeful.

Fortunately this is not an urgent issue, and once again the clunkiness of the system is sadly exposed. I’m intrigued to see that one of LTHT’s core values is described thus (my bold):


  • Consistently deliver high quality, safe care.
  • Organise around the patient and their carers and focus on meeting their individual needs.

Well, the first of these is certainly delivered, but they have a long way to go to deliver the second!

Catching up

Catching upYou might have noticed that I have not blogged about ‘my condition’ for quite a few days. The truth is that I go so hacked off with the ongoing hassle, and one issue in particular (see below) that I almost lost interest. But it’s my health and sanity at stake, as well as the health of other patients who I hope do not have to undergo the saga of administrative incompetence that I have. So this post is by way of a catch-up, written whilst I am sitting having blood taken every half hour for a Glucagon Stimulation Test (checking the response of my pituitary to stimulus). I ‘passed’ the test before surgery so fully expect to do so again; the significance now is that this is the test that will (hopefully) get me off  oral hydrocortisone.

So where did I stop? The last two posts addressed the unsatisfactory situation I found myself in when a copy of my discharge letter was not sent to my GP and the ridiculous waiting times to speak with the appointments service. Since then things have moved on. I invoked my right to use the Patient Advice and Liaison Service (PALS) to try to clarify things and get that all-important endocrine clinic appointment in place. They did that and then I found myself in the odd situation that my appointment at the clinic was scheduled BEFORE the various tests that they would find useful had been completed! Still, I went along and had a useful and very worrying chat with one of the endocrine registrars. The positives were:

  • that ‘I’ had been reviewed by the MDT, who were not particularly concerned about anything
  • that the histology had come back OK (i.e. benign), with just a slightly increased propensity to regrow so they will look at the MRI in the MDT and we can decide what (if anything) to do with any remaining tumour
  • that the follow-ups tests taken before I was discharged were all normal

I was advised that when the varying outstanding results came through they would be reviewed and I would be contacted with any necessary advice.

Now the VERY worrying thing. My GP had arranged for blood tests for U&E (urea and electrolytes – kidney function) and I had the blood taken at Bradford Royal Infirmary. In the clinic, I was advised that there were no results ‘because the sample was too old to analyse’. Well this was surprising for a sample taken in BRI, but much more concerning was that my record showed the sample as having been arranged from the wrong surgery and one totally unknown to me. So what has happened here? Has someone else got my bloods, will I have to have the tests repeated, how can this happen? I’m not one for catastrophising but let’s imagine that some results were in my files and those results led to a particular action being taken that was detrimental to my health! And what about the patient who has maybe actually got my results? OUCH!

This cock-up was the straw that broke the camel’s back and I have decided that I will be putting in a formal complaint specifically relating to the various incidents of administrative blundering. I want to restate that at every point (except for the initial discussion with the stand-in GP) my medical care has been good to outstanding but the administration has been miserable and primary aim is for improvement not retribution.

I’ve had another Goldman Test (optical field of view – remember?), which shows a two-line increase in acuity and some recovery already in field. The blind spot is reducing and peripheral vision recovering. This is good and it was suggested that it would probably recover further as the swelling around my pituitary reduces further.

So how am I now? Medically – very well indeed. No pain – OK, one paracetamol’s worth on one occasion the day after surgery and I could easily have put up with it but why should I? No bruising, Hardly andy congestion (I had been warned that my nasal passages/sinuses/head could well feel congested for a while. No after effects beyond a nose that kept blocking for about a week but has now cleared very well. Mentally – as bright as a bee, having recognised that the 13 months of pre-operative hassles had probably been having more of an impact than I realised at the time; also hacked off (that’s the polite version) that the administrative hassles continue unabated.

Finally, I have started to think about the extent to which the whole system is (or more likely is not) connected in such a way as to make the patient journey smooth and effective. More on this soon.

“Your call is important to us…” Really?

Not being a passive patient, and in the light of a discharge letter that indicated a clinic review 2 weeks after discharge, and having heard nothing, I thought it might be worth ringing the Referral and Booking Service to see if there was anything in the system for me. At 1630 I got the first ‘busy message’ – “Our call is important to us…please hold and we will answer shortly”. This was repeated at roughly 20 second intervals for the next 23 minutes before it was answered by a very helpful man who told me that there was no record of any appointment or request! Only the appointment for 28th June that was ‘postponed’ in the light of me having surgery 2 days later.

Helpfully he gave me the endocrinology consultant’s secretary’s number and transferred me – no response whatsoever.

So now I find that not only was the discharge letter not received by my GP (I cannot say whether it was sent, only that 10 days later he had not received it) but that also the follow-up arrangements stated in the letter appear not to have been acted upon either. Whoops is hardly strong enough.

Coincidentally I receive an email from the Patient Experience team in response to my last blog and take that opportunity to discuss the situation with them. This results in two actions – firstly a call from the Patient Advice and Liaison service who volunteer to chase my urgent concern about the missing endocrine clinic appointment and secondly an offer to review what has happened with the Head of Nursing for Neurology (?). Both of these are welcome and I reserve the right to make a formal complaint in due course – I understand that this will trigger a detailed review of what happened (or not) when and a detailed formal response.

My concern all along has been to improve processes, not just to complain, although I am beginning to wonder if a formal complaint might add to the weight of improvement effort already underway. I don’t in any way wish to devalue those efforts, for they do seem to be taking my concerns seriously, but maybe just maybe a formal detailed investigation might add something. I will wait to see.

Sort this mess out! PLEASE

not-good-enough-2So this morning I went to see my GP to review the discharge letter and get clarity on who needed to do what when. Imagine my surprise when, 10 days after discharge, he asks if I have brought a copy of the letter with me – because he hadn’t yet received one! I hadn’t because I naively imagined that the hospital would have sent him one. Apparently, letters from Bradford hospitals come electronically but Leeds have to post them! I explained that my primary concern was to ensure an ongoing supply of hydrocortisone until it was reviewed by the endocrinology team. He was happy to give me a prescription to tide me over and I was happy not to have it fulfilled until the last minute (credit to the pharmacy who were happy to reserve the drugs for me until I was certain they would be needed, potentially saving the NHS £76 for the cost of drugs).

Next, I ring Dr Murray’s secretary (the endocrinologist) to ask about possible follow-up appointments and the impact of running out of hydrocortisone because I haven’t yet had an appointment despite the discharge letter asking for a clinic appointment in 2 weeks. She says that I need to speak to the ward from where I was discharged…

Ring Ward L25 explaining the position, to be advised that they will fax the letter to my GP along with a comment that “they usually go electronically”. I just couldn’t be bothered to delve into what had happened.

Ring my GP back advising that the hospital would be faxing over a copy of the letter and wondering whether there might be a short slot for me to see Dr Manby once it arrives. After a bit of to-ing and fro-ing the receptionist agrees to speak with the DR and see what might be possible.

THIS IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH – here I am with my copy of a letter asking the doctor to initiate certain things(some of which I can interpret and some of which I cannot)

  • 2/52 repeat U+Us and BP
  • 2/52 endocrine review
  • 2/52 goldman visual fields test
  • 6/52 ns opd
  • 12/52 mri plus gad

and  the best part of 2 weeks into the process (and the 2/52 means in 2 weeks’ time) he hasn’t even got the letter asking him to do them! Even worse, all the documentation about hydrocortisone says not to stop suddenly and my stock is running out with no clinic appointment to review them (even though elsewhere in the discharge letter it states the need for a follow-up clinic appointment in 2 weeks). I remain uncertain about whether or not the 2-week and 8-week clinic appointments mentioned in my discharge letter have been requested, and if they haven’t who should be doing it.

Were I a passive patient and not informed and active, there is a significant chance that nothing would be happening and who knows what the implications of that might be on my health.

On the way home

going_home08:30 Monday 4th July 2016

Well, today is the day I hope to get home. Fluid balance is OK (which means I have not suffered a bout of diabetes insipidus), blood tests apparently OK despite one result with a low white cell count they are now OK, no cerebrospinal fluid pouring out of my nose (in fact just a slight bloody discharge, most especially after eating – presumably exercising my facial muscles is disturbing a clot somewhere up there).

The surgeon, Mr Nick Phillips, has just been to see me and was greeted with deepest thanks and a hug for a pain-free and, from my viewpoint, uneventful recovery so far. He said that the operation went successfully and was happy with the nasal discharges. From his viewpoint I am OK to go home. He will follow up with a further MRI in 3 or 6 months – they used to do them after 3 months but didn’t take any decisions at 3 months so are now looking to a 6 month follow-up. I asked what fills the hole left by the removal of a walnut-sized tumour; apparently the surrounding tissue, brain especially, expands even during the surgery and in the immediate aftermath it is filled with ‘gunge and blood clots’ that eventually dissolve (sometimes not for 3 months or more, hence the limited use of a 3 month MRI). The histology comes back a week on Wednesday and if, as is the case in over 99% of cases, it is non-aggressive then I will hear no more.

There is a dissolvable pack ‘up there’ which will be checked by the ENT surgeon (who cuts the hole in the sphenoid bone to enable access to the tumour for the neurosurgeon) in a few weeks time. If it has not fully dissolved then it may need a bit of a clean, but they are generally OK I was told.


Some unspecified doctor doing the ward rounds. Don’t you just hate it when they stand at the door of your room looking at the notes and talking about you rather than with you? I tried to engage them but to no avail!

…and so I wait…


The Endocrine Registrar comes round and takes about 2 minutes to agree that I can go home. Then we have a useful conversation about drug regime. Because they don’t yet know whether my pituitary is working properly, I will be on a ‘metabolic dose’ of hydrocortisone by mouth for a few weeks until the gland settles down and they get some bloods and new Glucagon Stimulation test. Meanwhile the drug may cause some weight gain, possibly over-activity or possibly acid reflux, although on the dose I have been given none of these are expected and so the Lanzoprazole I had been receiving ‘to protect your stomach’ has been discontinued. I’m happy with this because it is a Proton Pump Inhibitor and the other effects of this are some I would rather avoid.

She goes through a list of follow-up investigations, some of which I recall – blood test for hormone levels once the pituitary settles down, Glucagon test, Goldman Test for optic field, reassessment by the Multidisciplinary Team then a meeting with Rob Murray the endocrine consultant, followed by an MRI to see how much if any of the tumour is left behind.

So, I can go can I? Well no. It seems that I have to see the physiotherapist, the Occupational Therapist – a man who has been wandering around unaided, has just showered himself, has spent 2 days typing away whilst listening to the radio whilst discussing his case with various staff! Well, less than an hour later, it seems that I don’t need to see these people anyway 🙂

So I can go can I? Well no. I need to wait for the formal discharge letter and medications. The doctor is typing the letter as I chat at the ward desk but the challenge is going to be the meds. Apparently there could easily be a 1 to 2-hour wait for them to arrive from the pharmacy! I offer any help I can to speed things up but we agree that the best thing to do is to go away for a couple of hours and they will ring me when they arrive. So I go into town for lunch with Suzanne and Lucy, after which I buy a few goodies from Carluccios for the ward staff. Presented as ‘a bribe if the meds haven’t arrived and a reward if the have’. Well, as we were chatting I was told they were on their way, so reward it was 🙂

16:10 the drugs arrive and I get a quick rundown and briefing about carrying a green card to advise doctors of my current course of hydrocortisone and I am finally out of there.

Only just over three days after I went into surgery, this wonderful NHS has delivered admirably, leaving me sitting at home by 17:10 with my regular cup of Early Grey watching Andy Murray beat Nick Kyrgios (I hope).

Enough for now, the blog will continue but perhaps at a lower frequency as I expect stuff to be happening less frequently in the future.

Language patterns in medicine

wrong-questionIf you have read this far then you know that I have just spent a few days in hospital. As part of that I have been asked a host of questions about my health history and some of them have caused me a little concern, not on grounds of their content but their form. More than once in the last few days I have been asked questions such as:

“Do you know where you are?”

“You don’t have any allergies do you?”

“You are OK with that aren’t you?”

On one occasion I answered the first one with “Yes thank you”!

Now I accept that I am being a bit smart-ass with that answer because it was perfectly obvious that the nurse wanted to test my understanding of where I was by asking me to state where I was at that time. But at its heart it is a closed question.

The other ‘mistakes’ are not so innocent or harmless in my view – they are leading questions, and we all know where leading questions can take us (to the answer we are seeking). It’s easy for someone under stress, such as those waiting for an operation, to answer ‘Yes’ to the leading question without really thinking it through. It would be tragic for someone to receive inappropriate treatment simply because they got the ‘wrong’ answer to a leading question.

There is no room for these potential mistakes and I don’t know whether nurses and doctors get training in such aspects of language use – but they should!

Recovery underway

time to healAfter all the hassle of the last 13 months, ending with a long wait for partly  avoidable reasons on Friday morning I went into theatre at ca 1400 Friday and emerged very groggy but adenoma-less on Friday evening.

I am typing this from my recovery bed in LGI, having spent a wakeful night in a High Dependency Bed because of my moderate sleep apnoea. As always, every single member of staff has been wonderful and although I do have a few constructive comments to offer this is not the post for that. This post is a celebration of the successes of our NHS. I expect to spend Saturday and Sunday in hospital and then, subject to blood tests being OK, go home on Monday when I will have at east 2 weeks ‘doing nothing’ – I gather the word is convalescence.

The effects of a 3 hour anaesthetic wore off overnight and I’m now feeling MUCH better than I had feared I might. The only pain is a flashing headache if I am daft enough to cough; my head does not feel congested (yet, as Suzanne keeps reminding me); my fluids are in balance (so no diabetes insipidus); bloods have so far been fine and so it’s fingers crossed for a Monday release.

I have just been transferred from the HDU bed to a normal ward – shame really as I had a side-room in HDU and share this ward with three other men, none of whom look anything like as healthy as I feel. Thankfully I have a window over Leeds from the 5th(?) floor and it’s bright with summer clouds. IMMEDIATE UPDATE – as I am typing I get moved to a private room. Not as nice a view – unless the sight of the helicopter landing pad turns you on, but quieter.

So what does the future hold? Visit from the Endocrinologist (Monday?) who will apparently prescribe hydrocortisone and something to prevent the Hydrocortisone messing up my stomach, then discharge and a list of other appointments – more bloods, Goldman Test for eyesight, MRI to see how much of the blancmange walnut was left behind…

So pleased that at least the surgery, which was the bit I was most concerned about, is over. So pleased also to see Suzanne (my wife if you don’t already know her) waiting as I came round from surgery and most of today to help keep me sane lying/sitting in this bed. She saved me from myself in week1 and possibly on occasions since and I just know that it has affected her more than she shows. Thank you Suzanne, I love you.

A rocky road to success…

MRI ScannerWhen my surgeon’s secretary rang last week to rearrange my surgery, I just about recall her mentioning a possible need for a further scan. Well, with less than 48 hrs to go before going under the knife, I had heard nothing and assumed that he had decided otherwise.

Imagine my surprise to have a call this afternoon from the booking service for Radiology (who do the MRI scans) saying something along the lines of ‘We have just found this request for a scan and would like to book you in”. Temporarily holding back my frustration I offer immediately this afternoon or Thursday (tomorrow) afternoon. No can do – we have no slots this afternoon and we only offer 0900 appointments. Well my restraint was under severe strain by now, so I explained as politely as I could (I do hope it actually WAS polite) that after rearranging my life three times for surgery that has yet to happen I had scheduled one thing in the morning that I really did not want to move and how hacked off I was with the whole process. Well, for once I did not get the ‘computer says no’ treatment. The nice lady (sorry, I did not get your name) asked if she could go away and see what was possible, maybe even arranging it for the morning of my surgery.

A phone call less than 10 minutes later and i was offered an appointment for 1800 today! Who knows what happened behind the scenes but thank you someone for meeting a patient’s needs, albeit 2nd time round.

What did we not hear?

earsTwo blog posts in one day – something interesting must have happened!

Amidst all the gloating, rage, disappointment about the referendum result, my great friend James Traeger reminded me, by posting this blog, that I am a change leadership professional. So here is a short piece reflecting on the outcome from that perspective.

There is a view that many of those voting for Brexit were essentially casting a protest vote. Protest at austerity, protest at uncontrolled immigration, protest at who knows what… What they are saying is that they have not been heard. As a good change professional (well, I think so anyway!) I need to recognise and be able to work with the difference between hearing someone and that person being heard; the difference between my ears listening to the words and my heart and brain listening for the meaning. I need to seek out and learn from the naysayers and the resistors, for sooner or later their grievances will surface and get in the way of progress. Listen to them properly, explore with them what lies behind their position, for only then can we start to change their minds.

We are also repeatedly told that effective change relies on a positive vision of the future. It is not enough to say what is wrong, we need some idea of what might constitute right. Yet here we are with a campaign about getting Britain out of the EU. Where is the compelling narrative of the future? Where is the roadmap for change? Where are the guiding coalition, the leaders? And where were the leaders who could understand and articulate the interlinked, systemic, nature of the argument (shame it wasn’t dialogue)?

Effective change leaders acknowledge the past, picking out and retaining the good whilst changing the bad. Not here, the baby risks being thrown out with the bathwater.

Finally, and for me this is almost above all else, effective change leaders are honest and humble. They don’t make promises and then change their minds; they don’t pursue their own agenda at the expense of the greater good; they recognise where things have gone  bit dodgy and set about repairing the damage…

Oh, for politicians of any hue who have studied and practised effective change leadership!