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The Appearance of Disease

Lizzie Cain

Poetry
The first patient today is Diabetes
He is a truly ugly beast
Hugely fat, with rotted teeth like crooked tombstones
And blood that is sickly sweet.

Mrs Rose has diabetes, the first appointment today
She is a prompt, jolly lady in a pleated skirt
It came on most unexpectedly but she controls it very well
No longer does she pee a lot or get the extreme thirst.

M.S. is next on the list
She is pale, waxy and thin
Her hair is lank, her voice a whine
Her face expressionless, she will not laugh, will not grin.

Paul is 44 and has suffered with MS for a year
He is upbeat and optimistic – and does not let it bother him much
Sport is his passion, he goes to the gym and swims a lot
He gave up work though, because he can’t build houses whilst using a crutch.

We are running late and psoriasis is waiting
Fiery and aggressive, always ready to explode
Children turn away when they pass her in the street
Red raw and scaly – feet, arms, cheeks and nose.

Lisa is pregnant, she already feels fat and self conscious
Her skin is playing up, another thing she really doesn’t need
She is timid and gentle, anxious about the birth
She has come today ‘to see if the doctor can do something please’.

I imagine what disease should look like before I see the patient
But people never resemble my disillusioned thoughts
They are like me, you, my mum and dad, and have lives to live
They are just like everyone I meet – no differences at all of course!

Whilst doing my primary care attachment I realised that, sitting in the consultation room before the patient came in, I had already conjured up an image of what they looked like in my mind. That picture was based on what medical condition they had, as described on the computer which I looked at before seeing them.

Every time they were completely unrelated to what I had imagined them to be like. This highlighted to me how easy it is to make assumptions about somebody with information that makes up a mere fragment of that person and their life.

A cliche, I know, but it is so important to remember that as a future doctor we are dealing with people and not their disease alone. I hope that my poem hints at this.

Whole Person Care