Category Archives: Family Medicine Stories

Three Patients Who Helped Me Realize How Special Family Medicine Is

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Ashley Boerrigter, Medical Student

Come, be a shadow with me – I’ll show you three patients who helped me realize just how special family medicine is.
A woman in her late 50s is seated in the chair across from us. Her husband, who was not present, had been diagnosed a few months prior with terminal cancer, and his treatment was palliative, not curative. She breaks into heaving sobs when the doctor asks how she is doing with such a burden. He listens to her, hearing her out and giving her space to be completely honest about what she is feeling, and then speaks encouraging words. He hugs her and she holds on for a long time. This interaction taught me about the value of providing safe space for emotional release.

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Taking the Time to Learn About Transgender Health Care

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Rebecca Bak, MD, MPH

A few weeks after I met a young transgender woman in our urgent care and had offered to become her primary care doctor, she sent me an email with a link to a small study in which only 41% of endocrinologists felt competent to provide transgender care. In her email, she thanked me for being the first doctor to ask about her chosen gender pronouns and for taking the time to learn about transgender health care.

I am a family doctor working in rural New Mexico, 2 years out of residency. I still often feel like I am working just outside my comfort zone—when I’m reducing a dislocated shoulder, managing a retained placenta, or caring for a young patient who had ingested a liquid poison. I’ve learned to rely on my colleagues, consult specialists when needed, and read—a lot. At the end of residency, I still didn’t feel comfortable with interpreting complicated EKGs, so I set up a rotation with a cardiologist and went through page after page of EKGs. I still don’t feel completely comfortable providing rheumatologic medications to patients (and my patient population has a large number with rheumatoid arthritis), so I read up and call the specialists.

Family doctors, whether working rurally or urban, are often expected to work just outside their comfort zone. I did my residency in Rhode Island and, though the nearest city with the preeminent hospital was 15 minutes away, many patients with complicated illnesses chose to continue care with us because they felt more comfortable with their family doctors, they couldn’t afford bus fare, or they were caregivers to others and wanted to stay close to home.

We, family doctors, should be at the forefront of providing medical care, including hormone therapy, to our transgender patients. We are present for our patients from birth to death, during severe medical illnesses, at moments of depression and anxiety, and also during moments of joy. It is a statement of acceptance to continue caring for our patients who are making the momentous decision to transition to a body that feels right to them.

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How I’ve Changed and Am Changing

How the STFM Behavioral Science/Family Systems Educator Fellowship Influenced My Professional Development

  1. Step to the beat of a different drummer
  2. Bring your gift (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)
  3. Support the rhythm of the group

—Hugh Blumenfeld

Amber Cadick, PhD, HSPP

Amber Cadick, PhD, HSPP

During the keynote address at the STFM Annual Spring Conference last spring, the presenter spoke about the Beatles and which band member everyone would be. Our table, made up of my small group, decided that we would be the “Ringos.” We are the quirky faculty members, the ones that aren’t quite like the others. However, much like Ringo, we keep the beat and know when the rhythm is starting to go astray.

Prior to starting STFM’s Behavioral Science/Family Systems Educator Fellowship, I felt very alone in my position. I had my predecessor to use as a support, but she was busy starting her new position in a different city. I had her files, her old calendar, and her desk, but I felt very alone and concerned that I had made a terrible mistake leaving the familiarity and regulations of the Department of Veterans Affairs. My life was definitely a wild, irregular drum beat.

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