Change

Change is something that many people do not embrace. I happen to be one of them. Whether it is something small, like bad weather canceling an event, or something big, like an unpredicted medical crisis, I don’t like change. For me, I think most of my problem with change results from the lack of control. I don’t have control over much, physically, because of my physical disability and when control of my plans is revoked, I hate it.

So when forced to deal with change, I begrudgingly meet the challenge head on and try to accept it. That doesn’t always work for me and the people in my life. My most recent experience involved my very least favorite kind of change: a change in my medical team. Most people are aware that I have a great deal of complex medical needs which requires my physicians to be willing to think outside the box for the majority of treatment options. Throughout my 24 years of life, the members of my team have changed more times than I care to recount. Most of these changes were as a result of the physician moving on but some have been removed from my team because of their unwillingness or inability to think of me as more than medical record number blah blah blah. Despite the medical establishment’s general unwillingness to be open to someone defying the statistics, I must continue to utilize their services. My medical team, as of January of 2012, was finally beginning to take the shape of a winning team. With physicians from most of the –ologies, our success rate wasn’t great but they were learning to listen to me and my family. Then my world came crashing down…one of the physicians, the one that I trusted the most and had known the longest, announced that he was moving to another state for the next 2 years. What? Why? What am I going to do? He assured me that I would be in good hands and he would still be available for consultation if I needed him. Having previously been involved with almost all of his colleagues, who left me unsure of their competency at best and afraid for my life at worst, I was heartbroken and frightened. Unless he reads this, he’ll never know that I was literally counting the days until his return. While he did his best to reassure me that all would be well, I still had reservations. That was until he told me who my new doctor would be in his absence. Relief washed over me as we discussed, at length, who the new specialist would be and his understanding of my complex needs. Great! It’ll be just like old doctor was still here, right? Wrong, very, very wrong…

While the new physician is a kind person and listened to us, his lack of knowledge was concerning. Knowledge is power, right? So why after years of education, was his best answer “I’ll have to get back to you”. Better than pretending he knew exactly what to do but still. I was open minded going into the appointment but came out discouraged and confused. My new physician may not be a part of my team for very long but he will know one thing when we’re finished… Medically speaking, I’m difficult. I don’t follow the natural progression associated with any of my diagnosis and for the most part, I am infamous for throwing curve balls. That being acknowledged is a major part of being a successful team member on my medical roster. I’m difficult, I know that. But don’t count me out just because I’m beyond your level of expertise.