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All my working life I practised Medicine as holistically as I could. I never made sense to me to split a human being into parts, particularly into a “mental” part and a “body” part. I was trained to practice holistically, even if my teachers rarely used that word. They taught me to listen to a person’s story, to listen with empathy and without judgement, in order to understand their illness, to make a good diagnosis and to plan what investigations and treatments should be considered. We started with the person, and drilled down to clarify what was happening in certain systems or parts, with the help of investigations.

This way of working emphasised that every single human being was unique, and that there were no one size fits all treatments. It taught us to remain ever alert, to follow up patients ourselves and to adjust our diagnoses, treatments and prognoses, as life continued to flow.

But was it holistic enough?

My chronic doubt, which, I confess, has grown over the years, was that it wasn’t. The reason for saying that is that whilst I knew everyone lived within a complex, layered web of relationships and environments, my interventions were almost exclusively individualistic.

But I know that our health is affected by traumas, by relationships, by work, by poverty, by housing, by pollution.

The Covid pandemic made all that clearer than ever, but still, we went for an individualised approach, focusing on vaccinations and personal hygiene. But we saw that the vulnerabilities and problems lay in insecure employment, poverty, racism, overcrowded and inadequate housing etc.

Sometimes I buy the idea that we can all be healthier if we exercise enough, eat a balanced nutritious diet, and manage our emotions, but then I see children in Gaza, people picking through the rubble of their houses in Ukraine, whole towns swept away in historic floods, and I realise, this individualistic holism just isn’t enough.

Let me clarify – I’m not knocking holistic medical practice – it’s far superior to reductionist, materialist, industrialised models. But we need to be much more aware of the circumstances of our lives, and, in particular, of the shared circumstances of our lives. If we can’t do anything about climate change, plastic pollution of the oceans, chemical pollution of the soil, the waterways and air; if we can’d do anything about poverty, social exclusion, hatred and prejudice; then we’re going to be fire fighting, and applying bandaids, when we could be creating a better world for all of us to live in.

How do we do that?

Ah, that’s the big question, and it’s not an easy one to answer. But we have to start somewhere, and awareness might be a good place to start. We need to talk to each other, to express our desire for more justice, more care, more understanding of how we all share this one, massively connected world.

Paying attention

I’ve read that we live in an attention economy. Marketers, producers, companies and individuals are all competing for our attention. They pay the social media companies to promote themselves to us using attention grabbing, and attention holding tools and techniques. “Influencers” can only influence if they attract attention, so they do whatever they need to do in order to achieve that goal.

I was pretty shocked on a recent trip to Milan to discover how “instagrammable” has become a major force. Certain buildings, certain viewpoints, or “attractions” were surrounded by dozens of, mostly young female, photographers, either taking pictures of themselves in front of whatever it was that had become “instagrammable”, or having someone else take their portraits there. Some even used portable reflectors, to “get the light right”, and had changes of clothing to model. I joked that my wife and I, standing in front of the Duomo, were the only people in the crowd actually facing the building. Most were trying to make it more beautiful, or more interesting, by putting it in the background, and themselves in the foreground.

That’s not a new phenomenon. A few years ago on a visit to the Alhambra in Grenada, I was surprised to find that most people who were taking photos of the amazing art and architecture, were only doings so by putting themselves into the foreground of each frame.

But attention is important. It’s how we see and experience the world we live in, and it influences our moment to moment moods, thoughts, and actions.

Ellen Langer, who studies “mindfulness”, describes it, simply as, “actively noticing things”.

I love that.

This “heroes not zombies” blog is all about living a more mindful life, and, I believe, that requires two things, both created out of attention. The first is, “noticing”, or as Ellen Langer says, “actively noticing”. When we pay attention, when we set out with an intention to notice – to notice the world around us, to notice others, to notice our thoughts and feelings – then we move into a more active, more conscious mode of existence. We reduce the chances of blindly following the influences and powers of others who try to shape our lives. The second is, to pay “loving attention”. I think whatever we pay attention gets magnified. If we focus on problems, we fill our lives with problems. If we focus on joys, of moments of awe and wonder, then we fill our lives with amazement and delight. But when we pay attention from a loving position – from a position of care, of empathy, of genuine interest, and love – then our attention changes, not only our own lives for the better, that of others…..whether they be other people, animals, plants, the environment, or the planet.

So, I’m all for paying attention – do it actively and do it lovingly – not mindlessly.

“Informed consent” is a fundamental principle of good, ethical, medical practice. In the UK, the General Medical Council has specific guidance about informed consent in its guide to shared decision making, which begins –

This guidance explains that the exchange of information between doctor and patient is essential to good decision making. Serious harm can result if patients are not listened to, or if they are not given the information they need – and time and support to understand it – so they can make informed decisions about their care.

They specify what information should be shared –

You must give patients the information they want or need to make a decision.

This will usually include:

  1. diagnosis and prognosis
  2. uncertainties about the diagnosis or prognosis, including options for further investigation*
  3. options for treating or managing the condition, including the option to take no action
  4. the nature of each option, what would be involved, and the desired outcome
  5. the potential benefits, risks of harm, uncertainties about and likelihood of success for each option, including the option to take no action.
    By ‘harm’ we mean any potential negative outcome, including a side effect or complication.*

When did you last receive a treatment from a doctor? Before you received it, did they gain your “informed consent”?

In my personal experience, informed consent before surgery has always been present, but over the years the information given has improved considerably. When I saw a urologist last year he offered me different options for treatment, discussed the potential benefits and harms, and included a discussion about the option of doing nothing. He then gave me a pack of literature to read and insisted I didn’t decide which treatment to take until I’d read the information and reflected on it before my next appointment with him.

That’s not my experience when it comes to drugs. I have never been given options, nor had the potential benefits and harms discussed, before receiving a prescription, and, in fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever heard of any patient who hasn’t shared exactly that same experience. It’s far more likely that a doctor will write a prescription, and say, take this and come back and see me in x days/weeks. Once the patient picks up the drug from the Pharmacy, inside the pack is an information sheet, which is usually a longer piece of paper than you’d find anywhere else, but where there is a lot of information about what the drug is, the precautions you should take, potential side effects and harms, and exactly how to take it. I’ve never seen any “other options” described on such an information sheet (unlike the information pack I was given before surgery).

I just don’t think this is good enough.

It’s not good practice, as defined by the GMC, and it doesn’t fit with the “Evidence Based Medicine” approach, and it certainly doesn’t meet with the constantly repeated claim to provide “person centred” or “patient centred” Medicine.

If you are a prescriber, maybe you will say, but this just isn’t feasible. There isn’t sufficient time available in each consultation to obtain “informed consent”. I think there are ways to address that. Firstly, there should be enough time, and if there isn’t, then the system is not working. Consultations which are routinely too brief to make a good diagnosis and obtain informed consent are inadequate, and fail to meet the standards of good practice. Secondly, if surgeons can produce comprehensive information about their procedures and the potential benefits and harms, then so can physicians and generalists. Thirdly, as the GMC points out, informed consent is a dialogue and not a single event. Continuity of care has a wealth of benefits, and one of them is enabling an ongoing dialogue between doctor and patient. Many clinics are not designed to facilitate continuity of care, but they could be if we all agreed it was important.

I just don’t think it’s good enough in this day and age to have a doctor write a prescription and say “take this”, without giving any information about potential benefits, harms or other treatment options. And without facilitating a discussion/dialogue with the patient to obtain truly “informed consent”.

War is mass murder

I guess war has always been mass murder. After all, every war involves at least one group of human beings killing another group of human beings. In fact, if the killing was one way, just one group being slaughtered by another, then we’d call it “genocide”, but in war, both groups kill others who belong to the other group. Who wins? The group who kills the most? I don’t know. Maybe a historian could tell me, but, my hunch is, it’s either the group who murders most members of the other group, or the group which carries out such a horrifying mass murder that the other group says, “Stop” and “gives up”.

I was thinking about this in relation to two current conflicts – Russia/Ukraine and Israel/Gaza. In the former case, as best I know (and it’s hard to know the truth about any war), most of the killing has been of “combatants”. Is that true? Do the number of “combatant” deaths exceed the number of “civilian” ones? Even if it is true, “combatants” are human beings too.

In relation to Israel/Gaza, this latest round of “war”, or shall we just call it “killing”, was sparked by the mass murder of “civilians”…….young people enjoying a music festival, families in their own homes, and so on. Since then, we are told, somewhere around 30,000 Palestinians have been killed by Israelis. A huge number of those killed in Gaza, are reportedly, children and adult “civilians”. How many “combatants” have the Israelis killed?

This is what set off my recent thought that war is mass murder, because, we now get reports that Israel identifies certain individuals as “combatants”, or, more likely, they call them “terrorists”, and then they either bomb their houses, or use a drone, to kill them, and, often several members of their family at the same time. There is no judicial process involved, as there isn’t usually in a war. I read that there are over 30,000 people on the Israeli database who have been selected to be killed in this way. They are named, found, and killed.

Will the Palestinians or Israelis ever “give up” and stop killing each other? In other words, will this war ever end? We don’t know. But, sadly, at this point, it seems unlikely.

In World War II both sides targeted civilian populations, carpet bombing and/or fire bombing whole cities. Did the “big bombs”, dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, bring the whole conflict to an end? In other words, did the “Allies” win by killing more people who lived in countries controlled by the “Axis” than the other way around? I don’t think all historians agree that the nuclear bombs ended the war, but they certainly horrified the whole world.

However you look at his, it’s pretty clear that war is mass murder. Will we humans ever evolve to the point where we stop doing that to each other? What are the chances?

Dead or alive?

Last year I found a walnut under the earth when I was weeding. It had a small pale green root (or stalk? Who knows?) sticking out of one end so I took it and planted it in a pot. A few weeks later I had a tiny tree with a few delicate leaves on the top, so I transplanted it into the forest area of the garden and put a little fence around it.

Along came autumn and the leaves dropped off and all winter it’s looked like just a stick. I thought it was dead, but I’ve learned to wait (gardening teaches you patience), and over the last few days, look! It’s producing leaves again!

It still astonishes me that we humans have no way of telling if a particular seed is dead or alive. We just have to plant it, care for it, and nourish it. We can’t force it and can’t predict it.

Similarly, it amazes me how dead so many little trees appear in the winter. You have no idea which of them are still alive. Again it’s best to wait, to care for them, and watch out for signs of life in the Spring.

I think there’s a lesson here for when we think about how to recover from an illness, or even how to stay as healthy as possible – it’s about creating the right environment.

For we humans, we need to create the best conditions for people to recover and thrive, and that includes a healthy physical environment (as free from pollutants as possible), clean water, nourishing natural food, and social conditions such as dealing with poverty, poor housing and insecure employment.

The desire to fly

It’s not uncommon for human beings to want to fly. I know we’ve partially met that desire through technology by inventing machines which can fly, but we can’t fly the way a bird can fly. We can’t just leap up and head off into the blue mountains. We can’t soar above the forests and the oceans. But we imagine it would be pretty great if we could.

I think flying like a bird represents freedom for us. It’s a freedom of movement which lies only in our imagination.

Of course, we say “flights of imagination”, or “flights of fancy” too, don’t we? Because our imagination has less boundaries than our bodies do. There’s that additional element to flight – not just a freedom of movement, but an ability to go beyond limits, beyond invisible borders created by people to keep other people away, or to attempt to control human beings, preventing them from doing what humans have always done – move freely across the face of the Earth, or at least, dream of moving freely. Don’t we also talk about “spreading his wings” when we want to say someone is developing, growing, expanding their horizons?

The posture of this sculpture is one we all recognise. When we want to feel a sense of freedom, we stretch out our arms, opening ourselves wide to the world. But we can’t take off, the way the bird is taking off.

Have you ever wondered why angels have wings? As far as I know, nobody imagines angels as having scales, fins or a tail. Even though fish have a freedom of the oceans just as great as the freedom of the skies enjoyed by birds, we don’t really say “I’d like to be as free as a fish”. We say “I’d like to be as free as a bird”.

I really enjoy the sights and sounds of the birds when I’m in my garden. I saw the little redstart yesterday. He’s just arrived back from his winter travels, and I also heard a hoopoe calling all day long. And the Celandine has flowered in the garden, it bright yellow petals telling me it’s time for the swallows to arrive. (I’ve only seen one so far)

Birds connect us with greater dimensions of nature. They connect us to the rhythm of the seasons. They remind us, with their migratory patterns, that Life inhabits this whole planet. But I think they also connect us to what is more than merely material in this world. They connect us to a sense of spirit, to something “higher” or “greater” than us. They inspire us, and awaken a sense of wonder and amazement, don’t you think?

I read a report in the Guardian recently. It was about the use of AI by the Israeli army. One of the officers was quoted saying this –

You don’t want to waste expensive bombs on unimportant people – it’s very expensive for the country and there’s a shortage [of those bombs]

I know war is horrendous and inhuman, but these words really shocked me. What a way to talk about anyone. “Unimportant people”. I know, he probably meant people who weren’t terrorists or fighters, but included in those “unimportant people” are children, women, ordinary folk just trying to live a life.

There are no “unimportant people” in my opinion. I spent a whole working life as a doctor, spending time with, getting to know and understand one person at a time. I never met one yet who was “unimportant”.

But this quote shocked me for two reasons. First was the use of the adjective “unimportant”, but second was the economic reason given for wanting to avoid “waste”. He didn’t want to explode expensive bombs killing people who weren’t on the target list. “Expensive”. An “economic” argument. Isn’t there a “moral” argument which should trump any “economic” one?

I despair.

There hasn’t been a time in human history when there hasn’t been war, and in every epoch, war brings its own evil, its own cruelty. Will we ever reach a stage of civilisation where we recognise all human beings as “important” and “valuable”?

It’s so sad.

I think of the Dalai Lama who says his religion is “kindness”. I wish all religions, one day, would insist on kindness at the heart and forefront of all the actions of their believers.

Just “imagine”, as John Lennon sang, so beautifully.

While travelling by train across the Alps last week I noticed this striking phenomenon. There was quite a bit of snow on the ground but the area immediately below each tree was clear.

I don’t know if this is due to the soil there getting warmed up by the activity of the tree roots, or there’s another explanation. (If you know, maybe you could let me know).

Then I was chatting with a gardener yesterday about how the blossom on the fruit trees varies so much from year to year, and he mentioned he had some fruit trees which had produced virtually no blossom, and no fruit, over the last two years but this Spring, after France’s wettest winter on record they’ve all started to blossom. He said, “You see, plants know what they need and when they get it they flourish. In this case it was water!”

I think that’s so true, and this gardening wisdom is something we could pay more attention to in life, especially in health care and in politics.

In health care we direct most of our efforts towards fighting disease but we need to create the conditions for healing during the repair and recovery phase. We’re not so good at that, maybe because we know nature does it best. When we supply a clean environment, pollution free, decent nutrition, adequate, clean water, rest, mobilisation exercise, and emotional support, healing has its best chance.

Similarly, if we want more people to suffer less disease, we need to create the societal conditions for healthy lives. Decent housing, nutritious diets, clean water, avoidance of pollution, the creation of good, stable, secure employment, reducing poverty and inequality and supplying high quality education for all, are all things which create the conditions for what human beings need to live healthy lives.

Maybe, one day, a political party will put forward just such a vision – the creation of a healthy society by making available what human beings need to live healthy lives.

Maybe, one day, we’ll have a genuine “health” service which puts as much effort into healing as it does tackling disease.

Life and water share the desire to flow.

You can slow water down by freezing it, but the ice will eventually melt. You can place obstacles in its path but it will flow around them as it gradually wears them down. You can heat it up and it’ll evaporate, disappearing for a while until it forms clouds, rain, rivers and oceans again.

Stagnant pools look and smell bad. The water doesn’t want to stay there.

It wants to flow.

Life has the same desire. It wants to flow. Your blood flows through your arteries and veins, the air flows in and out of your lungs, electrochemical signals flow through your nervous system, hormones send constant messages as they flow from your endocrine glands.

Your thoughts flow, your memories flow, your emotions and sensations flow, your imaginings flow.

You can’t stop any of this and experience life.

Water is better when it flows.

Life is better when it flows.

Enjoy the flow.

I’m in Palermo, on the island of Sicily, as I write this. One of the things I enjoy so much about being here is the glorious presence of such a diversity of cultures….even this street sign provokes me to be aware of that.

The architecture, the art, the symbols and the multilayered history that different peoples have left on this island are obvious everywhere.

I was born in Scotland and my ancestors over the last three hundred years or so lived in Scotland but I long held a notion to spend part of my life in a different country, a different language and a different culture, so when I retired after four decades of work as a doctor I emigrated to France. That’s almost ten years ago and I nowadays I love stepping out of my garden gate in the little French village where I live and chatting with my neighbours who might be happening by. I thoroughly enjoy the magazines and books I buy in my local newsagents and “librairies” (bookshops). I love getting in harmony with French cultures of eating and drinking and everyday manners of behaviour and speech.

I’ve also discovered I can drive to Spain, leaving home after breakfast, and arriving in time for lunch. And right now I’m on a rail adventure to Italy where I’ve sampled the very different cultures of Milan and Palermo and delighted in them both.

I wrote the other day about my life of “E”s, and days like this allow me to fulfill them all – I’m Exploring, Enjoying and Expressing – going places I’ve never been before, enjoying and savouring new sights, sounds and flavours, and taking hundreds of photographs, only a few of which I’ve shared so far, but which I’ll draw upon for posts in the days, weeks and months ahead.

Life is richer when we encounter diversity and difference, when we meet strangers and make new connections, when we open ourselves up to “the other”.