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“WHAT NEXT” in 2024

“WHAT NEXT” in 2024

©Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker Last year marked the grand celebration of our 25th batch reunion. It was a wonderful event that brought us all together once again. As we embraced each other after decades, the camaraderie was palpable. Late-night heart-to-heart conversations made us feel as 

A PAGE FROM A DOCTORS’ DIARY

A PAGE FROM A DOCTORS’ DIARY

Unseen Struggles: The Weight Beyond Weight ©Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker This is the story of Shruti and Raj (names changed). A touching journey of profound emotions woven through an array of love, loss and unyielding hope amidst a backdrop of deepset societal prejudices and biases. 

OPERATING ON THE EDGE- THE UNSEEN JOURNEY OF SURGEONS

OPERATING ON THE EDGE- THE UNSEEN JOURNEY OF SURGEONS

©Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker

It was the last case on the list on that day. A very routine laparoscopic fundoplication that took an unexpected turn. In a fateful moment, a short gastric vessel ruptured, with torrential bleeding across the surgical field. Suddenly, all I could see on the screen was a bright red splash of colour obscuring everything else. A surge of panic coursed through me, and I could distinctly feel the rapid, intense pounding of my heart. My mind raced faster than my heartbeat – what if the bleeding couldn’t be stemmed, if the procedure needed conversion to an open surgery, if a splenectomy was necessary or worse, if things went south? And even though potential complications are always explained prior to surgery and consents are duly signed, in that intense moment, I felt intensely weighed down by the prospects of having to justify something like this to the patient and the family later.

Within a heartbeat, I regained composure, drawing strength from years of rigorous training and experience, and perhaps a touch of divine intervention. It felt like a battle I couldn’t afford to lose—a target that could not be missed. Complete focus became paramount, as every passing moment would reduce my chances of winning. In that fleeting instant, with unwavering determination, I seized control over the bleeding, witnessing the haemorrhage stop as abruptly as it had started. The field was clear once again. I heaved a big sigh of relief, went on to complete the surgery with my team and later everything was fine. The patient, unaware of the precarious precipice they skirted, recovered and was discharged, the episode fading into a memory of a successful surgery.

HOWEVER, BEHIND THE SCENES, WAS EVERYTHING REALLY FINE? 

A surgeon’s silent struggle with the aftermath of such high-stress surgical moments is not much talked about. There exists an unspoken burden, an emotional fallout, that surgeons carry post-operation, which is unacknowledged by most.

As surgeons, we undergo rigorous training, assuming that alongside our surgical skills, we are equipped mentally to navigate these critical junctures. Yet, reality often diverges from this assumption. 

The weight of a patient’s life rests squarely on our shoulders, and when confronted with such intense scenarios, the physical, mental and emotional turmoil can be overwhelming.

Despite effectively managing the crisis, the haunting realization of what might have transpired, lingered for days in my mind. Although the entire episode during the surgery had lasted for just about 15 seconds or so, for many days, I experienced physical manifestations of stress – low energy levels, mild anxiety, throbbing headaches, neck spasms, and debilitating fatigue. It is not uncommon for doctors/surgeons to experience symptoms of acute gastritis, insomnia, spondylitis, diarrhoea and sometimes even menstrual irregularities as an aftermath of stress. 

As surgeons, we routinely navigate through high-intensity stress scenarios. The serene and composed atmosphere of the surgical field can transform into a battleground at any given moment. While our profession doesn’t grant medals for bravery, failure is simply not an acceptable option. This consistent and prolonged exposure to high-pressure scenarios spanning through a long surgical career, fosters chronic stress, which can further manifest physically as hypertension, cardiovascular disease, diabetes, and other health issues. Additionally, it can exact an emotional and mental toll, potentially leading to various forms of depression. Higher suicide rates amongst doctors have remained a concern for quite some time now.

Reflecting on my own experience, this particular incident wasn’t the first of its kind in my clinical practice. Like many surgeons, such moments have become a familiar part of my daily life, too. We often internalize these experiences, deliberately understating their significance, avoiding extensive discussions or acknowledgment. What transpires within the operation theatre typically stays confined within those sterile walls. Over time, it’s almost as if we build walls around ourselves, inhibiting our willingness to share and communicate. 

Many of us in the surgical field, myself included, pride ourselves on our ability to swiftly forge ahead. The rationale being that immersing ourselves quickly back into work, aids in overcoming these thoughts and emotions, contributing to our resilience. However, this culture of resilience prevalent within the medical community, though admirable, often comes at a price. Surgeons are left to grapple with their emotions in solitary introspection, navigating uncharted emotional territories without the necessary guidance or support systems in place.

THE NEED FOR SOLUTIONS IS URGENT.

Firstly, acknowledging the impact of professional stress and the emotional burden that surgeons carry is essential. It involves recognizing that these experiences can have significant effects on mental and physical health, as well as on overall well-being.

Acceptance comes in understanding that it’s okay to take a step back and prioritize self-care. Many healthcare professionals often push themselves relentlessly, believing that taking a break or seeking support is a sign of weakness or may negatively impact their ability to care for their patients. However, this mindset needs to shift.

Being kinder to oneself means recognizing personal limits and the importance of self-compassion. Allowing time for rest, recuperation, and seeking support isn’t a sign of inadequacy but rather a necessary step towards maintaining mental health. A rested and emotionally balanced healthcare provider can potentially offer better care to their patients.

Taking breaks, seeking support networks, and practicing self-care can potentially enhance a surgeon’s mental clarity, emotional resilience, and overall effectiveness in their profession. It’s vital to understand that caring for oneself doesn’t compromise the quality of care provided to patients; in fact, it can enhance it.

A systemic shift in the medical culture is imperative. Encouraging a healthy work-life balance, emphasizing the importance of self-care, and destigmatizing seeking help for mental health challenges should be prioritized.

As surgeons, we are entrusted with the profound responsibility of preserving lives, a duty we hold with utmost reverence. However, it’s equally vital to recognize that safeguarding our mental and physical well-being is pivotal for providing optimal patient care. It’s time to acknowledge the unspoken toll on surgeons and pave the way for a healthier, more supportive environment within the medical community.

THE CRICKET WORLD CUP- BEYOND THE FRENZY

THE CRICKET WORLD CUP- BEYOND THE FRENZY

©Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker, Mumbai, India The recent Cricket World Cup that concluded day before yesterday was an exhilarating spectacle, captivating fans worldwide. As we navigate the mixed emotions following our defeat, there’s been a thought lingering in my mind— more of a reflection that’s 

THE JOY BAG

THE JOY BAG

©Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker A few days back, I took an old recycled cloth bag and threw in some coloring pens, a sketching pad, a pencil, an eraser, headphones, and a book that I am reading presently. Just out of a whim, I called this 

लकीरें

लकीरें

आज आईने में मैंने अपना चेहरा देखा; तो नज़र आई कुछ लकीरें……

कुछ लकीरों में चमकने लगी थी सफेदी, कुछ में हो रहा था थोड़ा सा दर्द,

कुछ लकीरें खिंच गईं थीं दिलोजान पर, कुछ  गई थीं रिश्तों के बीच,

कुछ मिट रही थी, कुछ नई बन रही थी,

कुछ थी ऐसी, जो किसी को नज़र नहीं  रही थी,

और कुछ ऐसी, जो चाह के भी, छुप नहीं पा रही थी.

आज आईने में मैंने अपना चेहरा देखा; तो नज़र आयें कुछ लकीरें…..

समझ नहीं पा रहे थे की; हम इनको कैसे करें कम, कशमकश में और डूबते जा रहे थे हम,

फ़िर एक दोस्त ने समझाया की, ये लकीरें ही ज़िन्दगी हैं,

ये लकीरें हम में हैं, और इन लकीरों में हैं हम.

समय के साथ सीखा हमने; लकीरों पे करना ऐतबार,

लकीरों की ख़ूबसूरती जो समझ ली हमने, जिंदगी का मजा ही हुआ कुछ और.

अब लकीरें कितनी भी हो टेढ़ी; चेहरे पे नहीं दिखती,

जो दिखती है कभी चेहरे पर, वो आती है बन के मुस्कुराहट,

और कहती हैं लकीरों से, कि हमसे हो तुम, और तुमसे हैं हम,

करते हैं मिलके मजा, क्यूंकि यही है जिंदगी की रजा.

आज जब फिर एक बार आईने में  मैंने अपना चेहरा देखा; तो नज़र ना आई कोई लकीरें…..

Be independent and free from within!

Happy Independence Day!

A Dramedy Of Errors!

A Dramedy Of Errors!

©️ Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker   This morning, I had to fly to Ahmedabad for a conference (#YoungHSICON). Last night, the Prince of Wales intrigued me so much that I couldn’t stop bingeing on the period drama that I was watching on Netflix. Even after 

The Gift Of Life

The Gift Of Life

©Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker Samarth (name changed) had called my team at least a dozen times over two days, seeking an urgent appointment for a consultation for weight loss. He wanted to lose weight in a very short span of time. As is common understanding, 

The Caretakers

The Caretakers

©Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker

I recently treated an 80 years old diabetic lady for a gangrenous gall bladder. By the time she presented to us, she was in severe sepsis. It was a difficult surgery. After the surgery, I met her son and grandson and explained her condition to both of them. She had to kept in the ICU for a few days in view of her age and associated conditions. Over the next few days, whenever I visited her on my rounds, I would ask for the relatives so that I could explain the clinical progress to them. However, every time I would be disappointed as no one would be around. The old lady was practically left all alone in the hospital. The staff informed me that the son and the grandson took turns to visit her every night for a short while. No one stayed by her side during the day.

Elderly patients sometimes tend to get neglected by their families. This is especially true for elderly women. They are a vulnerable in every way and an extended illness can sometimes push things to the brink. With this thought, I discharged her hoping that they would take care of her at home. For some reason, I kept thinking of her from time to time during the next week.

A few days later, they brought her to my clinic for a follow up. The old lady was in good spirits however, the attendants were extremely hassled and worked up, once again, reinforcing my thought process about neglect. They had a whole lot of complaints about her not heeding to any medical or dietary advice. The more I heard from them, the more I judged them for taking care of her poorly and treating her like a burden they were forced to carry. I felt bad for the old lady and wished I could do something to make things better for her.

After I finished checking her dressing, I asked for her son and daughter in law to come in. I gave them a nice little speech about the need for emotional support after surgery and chided them for not being there for her at the hospital when she was admitted.

After my monologue was over, they revealed that for the last two decades they had been taking care of five senior citizens at home. Father, mother and three unmarried sisters of the father lived with them. The old lady was his aunt and not his mother as I had assumed. His parents had passed away a few years back but the couple continued to take care of all the three aunts. Two of them were completely bed ridden and dependent on them for everything. All of them were octogenarians. None of them had any source of income. The gentleman and his young son were the only earning members of the family. The family along with the three aunts lived together in a small two room apartment in a Mumbai chawl. They were barely making ends meet. Frequent hospitalizations of the family members had set them back financially and they were perpetually under debt. The husband and his son had no option but to go to work in order to survive. The wife needed to be home to take care of the other two aunts. Getting help was an extravagance they could not afford. Every day was a struggle. With their meagre resources in terms of time and money, they were trying to do as much justice as they could. It was impossible for anyone of them to be at the hospital 24 by 7. In their eyes, the hospital was a safe place where they knew that the old lady was being taken care off well and being supported by the staff. They did as much as they could in the given circumstances.

I was amazed at how much they were doing. The couple had not only taken care of their parents, but were also taking care of the extended family. Contrary to my assumption, they had gone beyond the call of duty.

People lead tough lives. When we meet them in the hospital, we get to see a very small glimpse of their lives. As doctors, all our attention is on the patient’s well being and in the process sometimes we tend to judge the care takers. While the patient is the recipient of all our care and empathy, the caretakers usually get no credit.

After they finished narrating their story, the couple smiled and looked as though a burden was off their chest. Sharing a piece of their life with me, would not really change much for them. However, a little less judgement and a bit of empathy would probably make their journey slightly more tolerable.

As for me, by digging a bit deeper, I lightened my own burden of judgement.

©️Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker

A PAGE FROM A DOCTOR’S DIARY

A PAGE FROM A DOCTOR’S DIARY

Dedicated to all the #mothers ©️Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker In a city like Mumbai, most people live in nuclear families, and many a times, children have no option but to tag along with their parents even during medical consultations. Some people feel a tad awkward