PFAM: The Patients (and Impatients?) Have Spoken

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For this edition of the Patients for a Moment (PFAM) blog carnival, I posed a question that gets to the heart of the carnival itself: its name. “Are you a patient?” I asked. “Which word(s) do you use to define yourself, and why?”

What intrigued me most about the bloggers’ responses was the combination of differences and similarities among them. Several took a contemplative turn, consulting dictionaries, teasing out complex meanings from the root of the word as well as its modern usage. Others jumped in with a more visceral and emotional response. Several take the reader on a journey, trying on a series of identities to determine which words fit and which don’t.

The overlap was as striking as the divergence. Each post contained a surprise. Sometimes it was the mood and tone, sometimes it was the interpretation of the question. Sometimes it was the ultimate answer at which the blogger arrived. I was surprised by how evenly split the answer was: four end up answering yes, they are patients, and three that they are not. However, everyone felt some pull in more than one direction. Internal conflict was a theme for most posts.

Wendy of Picnic with Ants grounded her post, Am I a Patient? in the definition(s) of the word, patient, before taking off on a flight of musings on diverse aspects of her identity. One section I found particularly sweet, funny, and revelatory was how her relationship with her husband has been affected by her illness, and how that relationship affects her identity:

I had a lot of trouble with my husband being my caregiver for a while.  I felt like I was no longer his wife, I was his patient. . . . Many times he’s held my head and calmed me when I had vertigo for hours and just kept throwing up.  He’s put in many suppositories, and every time I feel horrible about it, and I cry.  I often feel like we’ve changed, I’m now his patient.  But I’m more than that…

A family member also affected Genevieve’s perspective on thinking of herself as a patient. This blogger at Gonna Eat Worms grew up hearing the word “patient” in a very neutral, even positive, context because her father was a family doctor. Using gently self-mocking humor, in Becoming More Patient, Genevieve ponders whether this is the source of her comfort with the word, patient, or whether it is part of her healthy denial about her chronic condition:

Words are like little signposts with secret, private perceptions hanging on them; they never mean exactly the same thing to any two people and I have to be honest and admit that “patient” is not a trigger word or a sensitive word to me at all.

Rachel of Tales of Rachel also looks at her life from many angles before coming to a conclusion. Her post, The Patient, feels like a poem. In a few short, evocative, flowing lines, she lets us in and then makes her leap. I don’t want to quote an excerpt here because I think this post is like a delicious, ripe berry — it is best enjoyed fresh and whole, in one mouthful.

Megan of Objects in Mirror are Closer than They Appear also used the dictionary as her jumping-off-point for her post, Am I (a) patient? Her rich and layered examination of the subject from a linguistic, political, and personal perspective was a joy to read:

While I’m sure this kind of verbal gymnastics seems either basic or unnecessarily complicated to some people, it prevents us from reducing an individual into his or her most prominent—or visible—identity category.

Many bloggers indicated that this topic hit a nerve for them. (Wendy admitted she “stepped outside her comfort zone.”) For the remaining three bloggers, the nerve seems to have vibrated against being labeled as a patient.

Connie Rae posted here at After Gadget as a guest blogger. She interpreted the question in a way I never would have thought of. Her post, The Importance of Healing Language, focuses on the difference between a traditional Western medical perspective on health and healing, and the route she has taken to heal from back injury and chemical injury. Her preferred practitioners don’t even use the word, patient:

Many alternative practitioners call those they treat, “clients.” They give you a wellness plan and most clients don’t wait very long in the “reception” room (instead of “waiting room”). You also usually go in with pain and come out with a smile.

Phylor of Phylor’s Blog: chronic pain, life, and all that, says my question fueled “a rant” that she turns into “a call to arms.” I found the latter phrase to be more accurate in doing justice to the depth and passion of her post, When Am I a Patient? Phylor unleashes an energetic and invigorating honesty that defines patienthood as being tied to a loss of respect and control as a “chronic”:

We aren’t cranks, hypochondriacs, drug-seekers, or drama queens. We are people who have often at costs to our physical, spiritual, and emotional health tried to come to terms with our chronicness, be informed of the latest trends/discovers, and ask all the right questions.

Last is my own piece, carrying this ridiculously long title: What’s in a Name? Lymie, yes. Canary, yes, CFIDSer, yes. Patient no. I describe how I came to embrace and enjoy this carnival when I decided to share my discomfort with its name:

Given how often PFAM occurs, how much I enjoy blog carnivals, and the fact that PFAM is a chronic illness carnival, I thought to myself, “What is holding me back from getting more involved with this community?” The reason was staring me in the face: I don’t identify myself as a “patient.”

Thanks so much to the wonderful bloggers who contributed their time, energy, and brain cells to this very thought-provoking edition of PFAM. I enjoyed each piece. And thanks to you, the readers, without whom there wouldn’t be much point in posting! Please visit the links above and give these excellent bloggers some love in the comments.

The next issue of PFAM will be hosted by Sick Momma. Maybe I’ll see you there!

– Sharon, the muse of Gadget, and Barnum, SDiT

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8 Responses to “PFAM: The Patients (and Impatients?) Have Spoken”


  1. 1 wendy October 26, 2011 at 1:43 pm

    Thank you for hosting this PFAM!
    It’s interesting reading all the different entries.

    I am one of those that doesn’t really take a negative connotation on the word patient. Except when I feel I’m the patient of someone other than a doctor…ie, my hubby.
    I think that comes from having wellness visits so often, just to make sure things are good. I had cancer as a child, so after the surgery and treatment (it wasn’t much, I had a large tumor, but very little of it was cancer.)
    I had to go back to see the docs many times to have a wellness visit, I get a physical every year, and my annual GYN apt…I’m a patient then, and it’s a good thing.

    Frankly, after thinking about it,
    I’m really glad there is someone out there who can help me, treat me…even if they can’t make it go away. I’m happy to be their patient. (as long as it’s the right doctors. I think that has a lot to do with it too.)

    Oh, I’m writing a new post. hehe

    Just one little thing more.
    The name of my blog is Picnic With Ants. Not of Ants. But no biggie.

    It means:
    My life is the Picnic, My illnesses are the Ants, biting me in the butt now and then.

    good job.
    wendy

  2. 2 Displaced October 26, 2011 at 3:20 pm

    Thank you for putting this together for your glimpses into each post. It was a fun exercise!

  3. 3 Rachel October 26, 2011 at 5:54 pm

    Such kind words – thank you for hosting this thoughtful prompt 🙂

  4. 4 Sharon Wachsler October 26, 2011 at 6:37 pm

    @Wendy,

    From your posts here and elsewhere, it seems like you have very good relationships with your doctors. That is a rare and beautiful thing! I think how one has experienced the medical system very likely affects how one hears “patient.”

    I’m very sorry about my typo and have fixed it. I do KNOW your blog is Picnic with Ants, not “of ants,” but I think I was thinking ahead of myself, as in Wendy OF Picnic with Ants, etc. And thank you for explaining the meaning! I like that.

  5. 5 Sharon Wachsler October 26, 2011 at 6:38 pm

    @Displaced and @Rachel,

    You’re welcome! Thank you very much for participating! I will be hosting another PFAM at my other blog in a month, so I hope you will join in then, as well. 😀

  6. 6 phylor October 26, 2011 at 9:09 pm

    You have done a fantastic job as host of this blog carnival. Your commentary is thoughtful, evocative, and very well written. You link the various enteries with style. I really enjoyed reading your descriptions, and I am looking forward to discovering new blogs and bloggers through this edition of PFAM.
    Thanks for hosting! And, for suggesting my rant is more of a call to arms! 🙂

  7. 7 Sharon Wachsler October 26, 2011 at 10:40 pm

    @phylor,

    Thank you so much! Knowing how experienced you are with blog carnivals, like PFAM and ChronicBabe, I particularly appreciate your comments.

    Yes, that is what I love about carnivals — getting to know other blogs and bloggers. I think this was a good “crop”!

  8. 8 wendy October 28, 2011 at 11:05 am

    I have had a few bad apples with doctors. But, I saw from an early age that my mother would not put up with any crap…from her doctor or others. She expected to be respected. So do I.

    I feel more like I hired this doctor, he’s working for me, if he or she can’t take the time or effort to make me feel important, then I’ll fire them! And make sure they know why.

    I also will not tolerate waiting in a waiting room for more than 30 mins. At 20 mins I ask, if they don’t say, there was an emergency or something along those line…then I give 10 more mins, and tell them my time is valuable too, I’m leaving. (I have yet for a doctor to try to charge me for a missed visit under those circumstances.)

    Doctors are people, they should treat everyone as people. And patients are people, they hire their doctors, they shouldn’t put up with crap!
    When I lived in a very rural area it was harder, very limited choices of doctors. But at one point I decided it would be better to travel a couple of hours than to put up with them.

    Perhaps that too is why I don’t take a negative connotation to the word patient. I’m the boss, not the doctor. He works for me. And if I don’t trust him, he doesn’t work for me very long.

    Thank you again for hosting, you did a wonderful job.
    wendy


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