What I learned from my mother’s hospital admission

A few weeks ago, a middle-aged man decided to tweet about his mother’s illness from her bedside. The tweets went viral and became the subject of a national conversation. The man, of course, was NPR anchorman Scott Simon, and his reflections about his mother’s illness and ultimate death are poignant, insightful, and well worth your time.

Those same days, and unaware of Simon’s real-time reports, I also found myself caring for my hospitalized mother, and I made the same decision – to tweet from the bedside. (As with Simon’s mom, mine didn’t quite understand what Twitter is, but trusted her son that this was a good thing to do.) Being with my mother during a four-day inpatient stay offered a window into how things actually work at my own hospital, where I’ve practiced for three decades, and into the worlds of hospital care and patient safety, my professional passions. In this blog, I’ll take advantage of the absence of a 140-character limit to explore some of the lessons I learned.

First a little background. My mother is a delightful 77-year-old woman who lives with my 83-year-old father in Boca Raton, Florida. She has been generally healthy through her life. Two years ago, a lung nodule being followed on serial CT scans was diagnosed as cancer, and she underwent a right lower lobectomy, which left her mildly short of breath but with a reasonably good prognosis. In her left lower lung is another small nodule; it too is now is being followed with serial scans. While that remaining nodule may yet prove cancerous, it does not light up on PET scan nor has it grown in a year. So we’re continuing to track it, with crossed fingers.

Unfortunately, after a challenging recovery from her lung surgery, about a year ago Mom developed a small bowel obstruction (SBO). For those of you who aren’t clinical, this is one of life’s most painful events: the bowel, blocked, begins to swell as its contents back up, eventually leading to intractable nausea and vomiting, and excruciating pain. Bowel obstruction is rare in a “virgin” abdomen – the vast majority of cases result from scar tissue (“adhesions”) that formed after prior surgery. In my mother’s case, of course, we worried that the SBO was a result of metastatic lung cancer, but the investigation showed only scar tissue, probably from a hysterectomy done decades earlier.

The treatment for bowel obstruction is to place the bowel at rest (“NPO”) and to suction out the contents of the stomach through a nasogastric (NG) tube, which decompresses the GI tract and decreases the pain and distension. And then you wait. Many SBOs will open up on their own, but those that don’t after a reasonable waiting period (4 to 7 days, generally) require surgery. Mom’s first obstruction didn’t open up, and a mercifully uncomplicated laparoscopic procedure successfully cut the fibrous band that was kinking the bowel (“lysing the adhesion”), relieving the obstruction.

Unfortunately, she had two more cases of SBO in the next year; these resolved after 3 to 5 days of bowel rest without surgery. We hoped we had seen the end of it, but we hadn’t: on a visit last month to the Bay Area to see my sister and me, my mother developed another SBO, a few hours before getting on the plane to Florida. Her pain began slowly, but within an hour she was in agony, retching, sweating and literally shaking. (By the way, nothing prepares adult children to see their parents in this much distress; it seems so very wrong, the world turned on its head. One of Scott Simon’s tweets captured my feelings: “I wish I could lift my mother’s pain & fears from her bones into mine.”) I took her to UCSF Medical Center’s emergency department. The next day, I sent my father – who is becoming a bit frail and whose presence by the bedside of his wife of 59 years was likely only to make everyone more anxious – back to Florida.

I’ve “eaten at my own restaurant” many times before: my two sons were born there, I’ve had surgery there, and I’ve accompanied family and friends to a dozen or so ED visits over the years. But being there with Mom somehow felt different: first of all, it was my mother; second of all, her hospitalization was likely to last several days (culminating in either resolution of the SBO or surgery), with brief periods of excitement punctuating long periods of waiting. This offered me the chance to soak in the processes and the culture.

Here are six lessons I drew from my observations:

Chokepoints. One of the key principles in “Lean thinking” is to identify steps in a care process that don’t add value. Within a few minutes in the ED, I found a doozy. There was little question that Mom was having another bowel obstruction and, just as clearly, was going to end up with an abdominal CT scan. The scan has become trivially easy to do: there’s a scanner in the ED, and the test now takes about 10 minutes to complete. Blood tests were drawn and some results, such as the CBC, returned quickly. A few minutes after the blood was sent to the lab, the radiology tech arrived to obtain a chest x-ray and KUB (two different x-rays). Why did she need these, I wondered, when she’s going to get a CT scan in a few minutes?

It turns out that even a “stat” creatinine takes an hour or so to return, and radiology, understandably, won’t do a CT scan with contrast in the absence of a recent test of kidney function. Given the small chance that Mom was suffering from some other abdominal catastrophe like a perforation, the ED docs felt that an hour’s wait for the CT was too long. And so came the stat KUB/CXR – at a cost of several hundred, perhaps even one thousand, dollars – all because the creatinine was not more promptly available. It made me wonder: has anybody done the accounting to figure out the cost of a more rapid creatinine assay, factoring in the savings (in dollars, motion, and radiation) from obviating the need for the other, inferior, studies? And how many other chokepoints like this are scattered around our system?

Introductions and rounding. On our medical service at UCSF, we’ve worked hard at improving the way we introduce ourselves, and my experience with Mom made me glad of this. We now have a whiteboard by each bedside, on which all of the players (attendings, residents, students, nurses) are supposed to write their names, although adherence is less than perfect. Moreover, all our physicians now hand patients “face cards” with our pictures, names, titles, education, and a description of our role.

On Mom’s surgical floor, while the nurses and patient care assistants (PCAs) were excellent at introducing themselves and writing their names on the whiteboard, the doctors were not. Some didn’t introduce themselves at all; most did, but their roles were unclear. There were no face cards, and no physician names on the whiteboard. While the physicians in the ED did a good job introducing themselves, once we made it to the surgical ward, it was more than six hours before we had any idea who her primary doctor or team were. Later, when they came in to see her, they left behind no written traces.

We need to standardize, and then modernize, this effort. Sure, let’s start with cards and whiteboards. But how about this for an ideal futurist scenario: when doctors or nurses enter a room, our badge automatically triggers our picture, bio, and position description to pop up on the patient’s television screen or tablet computer, all recorded so that they can be shared with family members and looked up later.

Which brings me to rounding practices. On UCSF’s pediatrics inpatient service, teams now prospectively plan their morning rounds and – are you sitting down – produce a schedule that tells patients and families when the team will be by to see them. This schedule allows the nurse to be there, as well as some of the relevant subspecialists. We’re currently trying to figure out if we can pull this off on our much bigger and more geographically scattered medical service. I will push for us to do so, particularly after my experience with my mother.

I knew the surgeons would be there at some point between 6:30am and 9am, but had no way of pinning down the time beyond that. (Think about how you feel when Comcast says that the cable guy will be there between 1pm and 5pm.) I also knew that once the surgical team members left the floor, I would have no further access to them for the rest of the day. Most mornings, I came in by 6:30 and waited. One morning, I got there five minutes late, but luckily caught them before they left the ward. And one morning, I missed them and, as Murphy would have it, that was the occasion for the worst error of the hospitalization.

(Far) too much information. On the morning I missed the surgeons on rounds, I had given myself a treat, stopping at Starbucks on the way in to the hospital. While sipping my mocha, I received a frantic call from my dad in Florida. “One of the doctors was just in to see your mom, and told her she has lung cancer,” he said, his voice shaking. I’m on my way in, I told him.

You can guess what happened. A harried July intern was running from room to room seeing patients, her mind probably distracted by the thoughts of everything she needed to get done that day. She saw the official reading of the abdominal CT scan from the prior day. On it, Mom’s left lung nodule was seen and called “suspicious for malignancy.” (Her prior films are in Florida; the UCSF radiologists had nothing to compare this to.) Rather than calling me about the finding (yes, everyone knew who I was [though I remain unconvinced that VIP status necessarily improves one’s outcomes] and my cellphone number was on the whiteboard), the intern came into Mom’s room, woke her from her morphine-aided sleep, and told her that the x-ray showed probable lung cancer. My mother wasn’t sure if she had dreamed this. Unfortunately, she hadn’t.

I was livid, but now have the distance to draw some general lessons from this error:

  • The word “cancer” remains emotionally nuclear; it should not be tossed around lightly.
  • Don’t give weighty, complex, and highly charged information to narcotized elderly people – or anyone for that matter – who are just waking up without having their family there.
  • The intern should have made a little effort to inquire about prior films.
  • We really need interoperable health records, which would have allowed our radiologists to access Mom’s Florida scans.
  • Even when you’re rushing through your checklist, please use a little common sense.

The nurses. I’ll not be the first person to observe that it is the nurses, not the doctors, who really determine the overall experience of a hospitalization. Our nurses, on 13 Long at UCSF Medical Center, were exceptional. The nurses and the Patient Care Assistants (PCAs) were competent and caring, and they had their acts together. In the old days, our nurses wore varying types of clothes, the roles of nurses and PCAs were vague, and basic processes like medication administration and shift change were done haphazardly. Today, UCSF nurses are dressed professionally, in uniforms that make clear their roles; their handoffs are robust (“I’m signing off in 30 minutes; this is Anna, who will be taking over for me”); it’s clear what the nurses do and what the PCAs do (there is a special place in heaven for the PCAs, by the way); and the presence of bar coding and computers in the rooms makes things feel far safer and has standardized previously chaotic processes. (All of these elements are captured by our achievement of “Magnet Status.”) One nurse tried an IV twice, couldn’t get it, and calmly said, “I wasn’t successful; I’ll get my colleague who will get it done.” (She did.) And everybody cleaned his or her hands, every time. It was very impressive.

Part of the reason that the experience with the nurses is so important is that it either does – or doesn’t – give you as a family member trust that things will be okay when you’re not there. When Mom was hospitalized in Florida last year, my father hired a private nurse to be with her one night; on another, I asked to sleep at her bedside, and was given a cot so disgusting that it would have been rejected by every youth hostel I stayed in during college. At UCSF Medical Center, I left at 10pm each night with complete confidence that things would be okay overnight.

Yet there are nursing-related processes that can be improved. Two bits of technology remain the bane of patients’ lives in the hospital: the nurse call button and the IV pump alarm. In 2013, in a hospital in San Francisco, can we really not come up with a system where the call button triggers a video feed to allow a nurse to see and speak to the patient, allowing for effective triage? And the IV pump beeps incessantly: kinked line, empty IV bag, incoming tweet, who the hell knows. Isn’t there some new technology to improve this situation?

(Speaking of new technology, the NG tube also seems ripe for innovation. Rigid and uncomfortable; it gives poignancy to the old schoolyard insult, “up your nose with a rubber hose.” Can’t we do better?)

Jargon. Boy, this one is tough. I’ve got a pretty good jargon detector, but after watching the docs speak to Mom for a few days, I realized that half of what I say is probably unintelligible to my patients. One of the surgeons, who I regard as a fabulous communicator, came in one day to talk about Mom’s surgical options. “We can go in there and try to lyse the adhesions, but this only will work if we can find a focal lesion,” he said. Not the worst I’ve heard, but listening through my mother’s ears, I realized that she did not understand anything after, ‘We can go in there…” On our rounds, perhaps we should appoint one team member to be our official jargon-detector, offering the speaker feedback in an effort to sensitive all of us to this pernicious problem. (Sure, the patient-centered view would have us empower patients to speak up if they don’t understand something, but I think few patients will. Certainly not my mom – unfailingly polite, she just shook her head in agreement, despite understanding very little).

Managing uncertainty. Because of my VIP status, we had a lot of doctors weighing in on the best treatment. The answers to some questions were clear, including the desirability of waiting for spontaneous resolution rather than doing urgent surgery. Thankfully, on Day Three her bowel opened up and she began to eat. (By the way, the only wonderful thing about NG tubes is that taking them out is one of life’s great pleasures; think ski boots and multiply by 100.) But whether she should go for elective surgery, given the near-certainty of future recurrence, and whether and how to modify her diet, were areas of great ambiguity.

On each of these, I liked the fact that the physicians laid out the plusses and minuses of the various actions. What was difficult – even for me – was how to deal with conflicting recommendations. Many folks emphasize the importance of a strict low-fiber diet, and yet one surgeon made clear that it probably doesn’t make any difference. (Mom chose to stick with the diet; mainly because doing something feels better than doing nothing). And we decided against elective laparotomy to “clean out the abdomen,” a big operation with no guarantee of success. This was the consensus judgment of several physicians, although there were a number of variations on the theme that could have led to some confusion.

All of this made me more convinced than ever of the need for a quarterback, one physician to synthesize all of the conflicting advice and present a unified recommendation to the patient and family. It’s what a good hospitalist does. In my mother’s case, this role was assumed by the lead surgeon, who also supplied me with some of the key literature, which was extremely helpful.

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Unlike Scott Simon’s mom, my mother’s hospitalization had a happy ending, at least for now. Overall, I was very pleased with the quality of care she received at UCSF Medical Center and would recommend it to other patients without the slightest hesitation. The nurses and doctors we met are bright, committed, friendly, and collaborative, and the systems we’ve put in place over the past decade – IT, handoff processes, whiteboards, and more – are making a difference.

That said, like all great organizations, every encounter provides an opportunity for improvement. I hope we can use my mom’s experiences – and those of other patients and families – to do a little better for the next patient.

Bob Wachter is professor of medicine, University of California, San Francisco. He coined the term “hospitalist” and is one of the nation’s leading experts in health care quality and patient safety. He is author of Understanding Patient Safety, Second Edition, and blogs at Wachter’s World, where this post originally appeared.

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  • guest

    It’s good that your mother had a good outcome and that overall her experience went smoothly. Sounds like she really benefited from being cared for at a facility where you are a prominent staff member.

    But really, I think you need to do a perspective check about the intern’s interaction with your mother. In the grand scheme of things, what she did was careless, but not fatal or even harmful to your mother, and probably a good learning experience for the intern. If our trainees didn’t make mistakes, they wouldn’t be trainees, would they? The high level of perfectionism in our profession contributes to eventual physician burnout and fatigue. Have a little compassion for those around you, and their imperfections. One of the great weaknesses of our profession is our relentless criticism of one another.

    • Guest

      I wonder if the great Dr Wachter had her fired. If I was that intern I would be so mortified!

    • Guest

      I quit posting on this physician message board for this very reason:

      One of the great weaknesses of our profession is the fact that we are socialized to relentlessly criticize each other, rather than interact supportively.

      I enjoyed it at first, and then noticed everyone just liked cutting each other down, proving they were smarter, belittling each other. Who needs that?

  • kjindal

    The biggest barrier to continuity of care I see between settings (community, nursing home/ rehab center, hospital, specialist, radiology, etc.) is the lack of inter-operability of EHR systems. This is compounded by HIPAA rules and the tendency of some clerical staff to cite HIPAA as a reason not to share information across settings with a patient’s doctors. Why has this not been tackled by patient safety experts, the ABIM, ACP, and AMA?
    And I echo the sentiments of “guest” that interns make mistakes, and in the larger scheme of possibilities, this seems relatively harmless. Protecting them from making mistakes probably does more harm (in the long run) than good. For a brief time, they SHOULD be independent, and scared of it.

    • azmd

      The one HIPPA rule I see most often creating a barrier to effective communication among providers is the rule that one facility cannot release the records of another facility, even to the patient.

      What this means is that if I have a hospitalized patient and by some miracle, I manage to obtain records from a previous hospitalization at another facility, and there is an important study result in those records, I cannot provide the patient with a copy of that study result, even if it would benefit the patient to have a copy for his or her own records.

      Another example is that a facility who has sent me a patient, but first obtained medical clearance on that patient from a neighboring ED, cannot release those ED records to me for my review. Frequently they contain important lab results or collateral information, but I do not have access to them, unless I get the patient to sign a release and, again by some miracle, the ED decides to send me the records.

      I am sure that whichever legislative staff members devised HIPPA regulations considered these types of occurrence to be trivial, but believe me, they add up, and they contribute to inefficient, low quality care.

      • kjindal

        One would think that the groups now trying to incentivize care coordination like Dr.Wachter & the ABIM, which I agree is very important, would see that there is a trade-off between convenience and privacy. And having, e.g., a universal electronic record system, accessible by any entity who bills medicare, would enable me, e.g., to access my patient’s hospital record, and not have to repeat that CT scan, or re-refer to cardiology, etc. But now the system is such that I am often relying on patients and their family members to tell me what happened and what were their test results in the hospital. Of course, the entire medical community looks stupid (esp PMDs who are the face of healthcare to most patients) when we ask patients/families “what did the CT show?”, as they respond with a puzzled look -”you’re the doctor, don’t you know? aren’t YOU supposed to tell ME?”

  • Guest

    Quite a good post; I will admit I am pleasantly surprised as usually this author’s posts have me reaching for my emesis basin. I’m glad your mother’s hospitalization had a happy ending.

    I absolutely agree that “VIP status” does not equal better quality of care. Our healthcare system simply cannot deliver quality care, and I wonder how many more VIPs need to point that out before something is actually done about it.

    I would also agree that nurses are better about communication and handoffs than physicians, and this is a great area for improvement for physicians. That said, I’ve encountered some real idiot nurses (particularly the night crew) which have made me fearful. New grads are put on night shift with minimal oversight all the time. I wouldn’t rest so easily in the future!

  • guest

    I agree 100% that letting family members know when the doctors will be there to make rounds is so very important! I was accompanying my grandmother after an MI-she was transferred to a larger regional hospital so nobody knew I was a provider (PA). Family was banned from the room prior to 7a.m. and guess when rounds were? Our small rural hospital transfers a lot of patients to this facility and you can bet when I got home I let them know it was a problem!

  • Suzi Q 38

    I hope Dr. W., that your mother continues to improve.
    I assure you, that while you VIP status did not shield your mother from little errors (the intern’s disclosure to your mother) you got the very best of care and the very best physician staff assigned to your mother.

    This is a big advantage compared with what we get.
    We get to call the receptionist at your large hospital who refers us to your website or never calls us back when we ask to be called.

    We then get to call several doctors who are on the hospital website.
    The better, more experienced doctors do not return our phone calls; the younger, less experienced ones do, if we are lucky.

    We are given a date to see the doctor a month or two in advance. If we try to expedite the doctor’s visit, we are talking about complex medical problems to an overworked receptionist who won’t put our phone call in to the PA or NP, let alone the doctor. There is no “going to the front of the line,” even if your condition is somewhat acute and complex. My question is: How is a receptionist skilled enough to make a medical decision? I had to demand to speak to the NP, and she called me back in a week.

    In retrospect, I should have simply gone to a first tier private hospital if I had no VIP card. I will take my chances there next time.

    I imagine that the staff “walked on eggshells” for you and your mother during your stay. I did not receive such treatment at the teaching hospital that I went to.

    I did though:

    1. Ask when the physicians were coming in to visit me.
    My surgeon was no where to be found..either before the surgery, or at the hospital. I only saw his “fellow.” For all I know, she probably did my surgery and I didn’t know it, LOL. If I had your VIP status, you can bet the surgeon would have made time to see me and my family before I left.

    2: Utilized the message board with all of the nurses names. Your room could be right in front of the nurse’s station and they will get too busy to help you. I had to walk out of my room, I.V in tow, a couple of times to get help for myself or my room mate.

    3. I asked each hospital personnel what h/her name was, what her job was, and what her purpose was to see me. If it was something I did not really need, I sent the person away. I told h/she the reason, and I asked her to convey that reason to my physician to make sure I needed this or that. If they did not want to contact the physician in charge, I told them to send in the head nurse to explain it to me.

    4. Luckily for me, I had an anterior dissection of my C-spine and was supposed to be in the hospital for only 5-7 days. I lasted 30 hours.
    The hospital room was so filthy that I could visually see the dirt on the floor. Ditto for the counters, furniture, and restroom. I did not see a cleaning person all day. I envisioned a future acquisition of c-difficle or Mersa. They discharged me to my family. Luckily, my daughter is a nurse.

    5. Do hospital personnel have to interrupt our sleep an average of every 30 minutes or an hour during the night? Either I was woken up or my room mate was woken up by our own or each other’s hospital personnel for this or that. No wonder we were so irritable the next day. Couldn’t they co ordinate some of the visits?

  • Richard Willner

    So many wonderful ideas !!!!! Each is simple and “do-able”!!!!
    Each idea will dramatically improve medical care and patient’s comfort.

    Richard Willner
    The Center For Peer Review Justice.

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