Thursday, February 11, 2010

Emergency



Picture this. You’ve been caring for your sick mother for the last 3 weeks. Last week you had to miss some classes or take few days off work, because her condition worsened. You keep telling her she needs to go to the hospital, she says “After my death.” She’s old school. She doesn’t really believe in doctors. In your culture it is very disrespectful not to listen to your mother or to do anything against her will. So you wait as she wilts in her own bed. You cook for her, you massage her feet, you assist her to the bathroom. You know she would be better off in the hospital, but you can’t make her go. You feel helpless. It’s not the first time this happened. It’s a chronic disease that reoccurs once in a while. Your mother has had five specialists so far and none of them approached your mother like a human being. They treated her like a case study. In isolation. As if your mother had no life outside of the doctor’s office. They disregarded her concerns about her diet, saying that it has nothing to do with the disease; they disregarded her concerns about side effects of medications she was prescribed, too. So your mother decided to stick to the old good herbal medicine and acupuncture. You can’t see much difference in your mother physical health, but she seems to feel better, at least psychologically and emotionally.

Few more days pass by and your mom is in such pain that she can’t take it anymore and she gives in. You take her to the emergency room. Your mother has high fever, enormous pain, she’s dehydrated, exhausted from sleepless nights of the last three weeks and you know she can’t think straight. When the nurse comes to talk to your mom, you automatically answer for her, because you’ve been there, you know what was happening to your mother, you know the exact symptoms, and you know that your mom can’t speak at this moment, because she’s in so much pain. The nurse asks your mom where it hurts, you mom points to her head. You add that she also has abdominal pain, because that’s where she most often hurts. The nurse doesn’t even look at you. She asks your mom if she had fever at home, you mom says she can’t remember, you say that she had fever for the last three days, on and off. The nurse looks at you and asks you who you are, you say you’re the daughter. The nurse nods and she asks your mother why she didn’t go to her doctor, your mother answers that she doesn’t have a doctor. You can see that your mother finds it hard to answer the question. You clarify that she does have a doctor but she is not happy with the care she’s receiving and she doesn’t want to go there anymore. The nurse looks at you and says “I’m sorry miss, but I would like to talk to your mother.”
How would you feel?

Lately, I have been thinking about patient-centred care, as it is being employed in family health teams. Patient-centred care is about involving the patient in decision making regarding the course of treatment, it involves two way communication, and its goal is improved quality of care and increased patient satisfaction. This already sounds great, but I would like to see this expanded to family-centred care. I have lived through, observed and heard similar stories as the one above where family member’s expertise was completely ignored by a health care professional, despite the fact that this expertise was of great value and could provide insight into the patient’s condition that could not be revealed by blood tests, X-rays or other medical tests.

I know I’m reinventing the wheel. Much has been said about this. I just wanted to draw your attention to it, perhaps again. Besides, lifestyle changes are more successful when family members are involved in the change. Let’s include the family, because the patient has a life outside of any office.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

We have food labels, now what?


cartoon by Cathy Wilcox

(Don’t get scared by the length of this blog entry, just keep in mind that it took me more time to write it than it’s going to take you to read it. By the way, the best part is at the end. Just don’t scroll down, or you’ll miss the point.)

The majority of people who need nutrition/health advice are of low socioeconomic status, because the ones who are of high socioeconomic status already have a personal nutritionist and a personal trainer and a broad circle of affluent friends who are, for example, doctors. Besides, they read books on ‘extending their warranty’ (I saw this expression on an ad on the subway, promoting a book written by Dr. Roizen and Dr. Oz), they have regular check ups, they attend yoga or tai chi classes to deal with stress and they understand and read nutrition facts tables when they go shopping to Loblaws or Sobeys. Their fridge is filled up with pre-cut fruits and vegetables and few times a week, if they don't have time to cook, they have lunch and dinner in gourmet restaurants that serve healthy local food accompanied buy local red wine that is good for their arteries. They are healthy. That's their status quo.

I'm not there yet. I'm hoping that one they I will be. But for now I buy spinach in bunches, instead of pre-washed and in a box. I buy a whole pineapple, instead of pineapple cubes. And I buy a whole bag of carrots, instead of the baby carrots. Why? Because they are cheaper. Oh, and I shop at No Frills and its yellow colours irritate me every time I go shopping. (I go to Sobeys for my freshly ground French Roast coffee and for stinky cheese, they have a pretty good selection, unlike No Frills).

What else... I don't watch TV. I don't read newspapers. I don't surf the internet beyond checking my e-mail, facebook, and occasionally some websites sent my way by my friends and family in the forms of links. My boyfriend cuts out interesting articles from Toronto Star and National Post for me, because he knows that otherwise I won't read them. He keeps me updated over dinner. I’m grateful to have him. The reason why I don't read or watch the news is simple - the news is always bad. I like to think that I live in a happy world. Either way it is not real, so what's the difference? I don't like to distort my perception about reality by watching what someone thought is interesting. While in reality it just sells the products advertised every 4 minutes or so. Yes, I miss a lot, you might argue, but I think I’m happier, and my boyfriend fills in my blanks.

Why does this matter? Because I'm not the only one who lives like this. So what? If I live in my own world and there are more like me out there and Health Canada and the Canadian Food Inspection Agency come out with nutrition labels, like they did in 2003, how will they teach me about using them properly? They produced online resources, brochures, fliers etc. but what if none of these reach me? What if I am not interested or determined to find out on my own? What if there are hundreds, thousands of people like me?

I am asking this question from a point of view of a nutrition information communicator. How do we reach the masses with information that is so important for their own well-being?

Last week I learned in class that nutrition labels were targeted at the population at large. I actually needed to be told this to realise that the population at large doesn’t use food labels. I have assisted a dietitian a few times on shopping tours where she explained food labels to groups of people trying to lose weight. Being immersed in nutrition education for the last four years I was shocked to see that people were looking for cholesterol on nutrition facts table of orange juice. I realised how much people don’t know and I need to add that I don’t think it's entirely their fault.

I’m sure you’re dying to spend your Saturday night on finding out how to read food labels. People don’t have the time. Just like me. Ignore that I am nutrition student for a while. I am a student. I volunteer. I work. I cook for myself and my boyfriend, I have too much to read for school and too many essays to write, and I leave physical activity for the warmer months and I promise myself I will look into nutrition labels in the summer when the semester is done, because I don’t have time for this now and because I know that I should understand what they tell me. So summer comes and I am so sick and tired of internet and looking up materials for my essays and projects, I am so tired of textbooks that I would do anything but learn one more thing - about nutrition labels. I say tomorrow. And the summer passes and the new semester starts. And I doubt I will have more time when I graduate, get a job and start a family.

The people who badly need to know how to use food label are of lower socioeconomic status. This is because they are the ones who are often overweight or obese, stressed, maybe even depressed, and already sick with cardiovascular disease or diabetes and they don't have many friends who can help, because their friends are also poor, overweight or obese, sick, stressed and maybe even depressed. They often can’t care any less about food labels.

So how do we reach them? Word-of-mouth? It works best. Research supports this claim. We could make PowerPoint slides on food labels and send them to our friends and family just like we do with other PowerPoint slides on life wisdom and friendship.

Or…

Have you heard about SixthSense technology? I was introduced to it by no one else than my boyfriend. Pranav Mistry, the guy behind it is a genius. He took his computer apart and literally put it on to make it useful outside in the real world to a point where he makes a phone call dialling the phone number on the palm of his hand, or takes pictures with his fingers or goes to a store ‘wearing the computer’ and can see an online rating of a book he’s holding in his hands. He says he wants to make this technology available to masses, because it is very simple and cheap to make and use.

See for yourself, the video is 13 minutes long, but you really want to see this. (Remember that I don’t like to see unnecessary things, either). This one is worth it.



So I started thinking that perhaps just like he could see a book rating on a book he was holding right there standing in the store, one could also hear a description of a food product, whether it is healthy, high/low in fat, sodium or sugar. This could be revolutionary.

But until then, remember that when you’re looking at a nutrition facts table you start looking at the portion size, because the food industry has managed to hide calories using smallest portion sizes possible…

Friday, February 5, 2010

Who are 'They'?



We say: 'They need to do something about obesity. They need to do something with pollution. They need to do something with poverty. They... They... They... We say these things while we're munching on an oversized bag of chips, while we're driving SUV's and while we're guiltlessly passing by a homeless person pretending we don't own a wallet.

You might wonder where this is coming from. I went to visit my family on the weekend and when I walked in they were watching 'This Is It'. I still haven’t made up my mind what to think about Michael Jackson, but hearing a familiar song made me think it might be worth watching it. I was making myself comfortable on the sofa when Michael Jackson said something like... ‘We keep saying that they need to fix the Earth. Who are 'They'? It's 'Us', we need to fix the Earth.’ He didn't say those exact words but that's what he meant. And the Earth Song followed.


I'm not going to talk about Jackson here, but what he said got me thinking.

Why do we use the word 'They'? To draw a line which tells us where our responsibility ends? So that we can feel small enough to say I'm just one person, I can't do anything about it? So that we can blame our inactivity on the fact that there is an elevator in the building? So that we can blame it on the system? I don't exercise because I don't want to. I really don't. And I'm looking for every excuse not to. But I take the stairs, I walk, I run for the bus, I ride my bike for pleasure and I stretch at home when I feel like it.

Are we responsible for our own health? Often we’re not. The woman who took McDonald's to court for being fat comes to my mind.

I think that since ‘They’ are failing to keep us healthy we need to take over…

Being relatively new to Canada I’m still figuring out the Canadian health care system. Various illnesses of friends, family and my own familiarized me with walk-in clinics and hospitals. But I know I’m not the only one who sometimes doesn’t know where to go. According to 2006 census, one in five Canadians was born outside of Canada. In other words, one in five Canadians is an immigrant. There is a high chance they don’t know how the system works. They don’t know where to go for help. They don’t know what their options are. They - meaning immigrants. In 2003 Statistics Canada measured literacy levels among immigrants and found that an immigrant, on average, scores one level lower than a Canadian born in Canada. In my opinion not much has changed since 2003. So we, immigrants, tend not to speak English very well, if at all. Worse, we often don’t read or write in English. Houston... we have a problem.


Last year I discovered community health centres. And with them I discovered a whole new world, that I didn’t know existed. For example, free workshops on healthy eating, healthy cooking, physical activity, healthy pregnancy, breast feeding, self-esteem, and what not, all available to you in your local community health centre. Often, they take place in the evenings and are led by dietitians, nurses, social workers and other health care professionals. Often, there is a free childcare available to you, and occasionally they will even feed you. Also for free. They will give brochures in your language and sometimes they will even talk to you in your mother tongue. All you need to do is register and show up. What excuse do you have now?


And I'm not blaming the victim. I’m all about balance. All I'm saying is that there is something we can do. And I will end this with my latest favourite quote:


“I am only one, but still I am one.

I cannot do everything, but still I can do something;

and because I cannot do everything,

I will not refuse to do something that I can do.”

Hellen Keller