Rural and remote medical and surgical practice often
parachute practitioners into unfamiliar territory. How we land on uncharted
ground is a combination of circumstance, preparation, and courage.
A classic circumstance I recall is that of a ten year old
Nepali boy with a badly malunited fracture of the right forearm, which had
united so badly he could not bring food to his mouth. He was the son of a laborer
who had travelled to our hospital from Nepal, working his way by hoisting loads
onto the tops of public buses, a process which took him one and a half months.
Arriving at our hospital, he sat his boy down in front of me, the only surgeon
here, and asked hopefully if his boy’s
forearm could be fixed.
I have no training in orthopedic surgery. I expressed that
to the father and watched his face fall and his shoulders slump. When I asked him what was wrong, he acquainted me with the process of his arrival in Manali. He
went on to say that he really did not have much more money or time to take his boy
elsewhere and he would now have to work his way back to Nepal, with his boy’s
forearm unchanged. It was my turn to
slump.
What can we do when confronted with such situations? It backs
us up against an unyielding wall of
social and economic reality. We can either be quite justified by refusing to
emerge from our field of familiarity and
practice, or choose to engage in an
unfamiliar arena.
I asked him to return in a few days, and used those days to
read up the available resources I had. I found that Darrach resection, or
resection of the ulnar head could re establish pronation and supination, and
restore some degree of function to the malunited wrist. I explained to the father that I was not an orthopedic surgeon, but was willing to perform
this operation provided he understood the implications and potential complications. The father consented and his boy successfully went through this
procedure, and healed well.
Later, on my meanders through the Manali market, I passed the bus stand. I saw this little boy clambering up the metal ladder
at the back of our public buses, carrying the rope his father uses to hoist
loads up to the top. They were both working their way back home, and he shot me
a grateful smile that will stay forever in my heart.
Viewed from the legal
and academic perspective, my reach had extended beyond my lawful jurisdiction.
I had taken a risk, and included the patient in that gamble. In this instance, it paid off. An
unanswered question is what if the outcome was bad? Would a remote practitioner
still be justified and validated in his altruistic attempt? How many risks will
we take, and how far will our reach exceed our grasp?
Over the years, I hold
to some truths that have guided
me as a lamp in dark places. Altruism alone, is not justification enough for a
bad surgery. We cannot gamble with our patients just because we want to help
them. Neither does a rural or remote
location warrant substandard or suboptimal
care. If I can deliver a standard of care that the patient would receive
at a higher centre, even if that procedure is one that I am unfamiliar with, I
would err on the side of attempting it for the patient, rather than refusing to
help him or her in the absence of other alternatives. This entails much reading, soul searching and
preparation, personally and for the team delivering this care. It can mean
educating the staff in new techniques and methods. It means rehearsing the
procedure in your mind and going through this uncharted territory mentally many
times prior to the surgical incision.
And what if our altruism causes complications that beset the
best of procedures, intrinsically bound within the fibre of disrupting live
anatomy? Will not the lurking doubt rear its ugly head with the question “Maybe I should never have attempted this here?” How can we then live with this
question?
We remain in these remote regions reluctant pathfinders
through the tangled scrub of good intention mingled with delivering appropriate
care, touching lives, or marring them, forever.