Catastrophizing and Good Doctoring
I've been thinking. And what with being on vacation, there's
actually been mental room to move some ideas around, played connect the dots
and whatnot. Settle in, this is a long one…
More specifically, I’ve been thinking about catastrophizing.
This is a concept discussed in the field of rheumatology. The concept states that
people who have RA pain tend to exaggerate reports and worries about pain and
its impact, leading to poor coping styles and depression. One
article says “disease severity (as measured by 'objective' indices such as
those that employ radiography or serology) is only marginally related to
patients' reports of pain severity.” Many others investigate catastrophizing in
various contexts, emphasizing its relationship to depression, hopelessness,
anxiety, passivity in coping with pain and on and on. In her discussion of
catastrophizing, Kelly includes a couple of
examples
of what this may be. For instance, "this is the worst pain in the world"
and "how am I going to take care of my baby?"
So
much of the discussion within the medical profession on the issue of pain and
catastrophizing veers towards minimizing the pain experienced by the people who
live with RA and other conditions that involve chronic pain. And this may be
the point when someone in the medical version might think that I'm exaggerating
for effect, but consider this. The November/December issue of WebMD Magazine (p.32-34) says
RA pain "is usually not severe, but more chronic and dull" (thanks to
Kelly for the heads up). Because apparently severe and chronic are mutually
exclusive? In the same article, they mentioned that a "general rule for
all the therapies is the rule of thirds: a third of patients will get much
better with a particular therapy, a third will get somewhat better, and a third
will not improve at all." Which – connecting the dots from one statement
to another - must mean that uncontrolled RA doesn't hurt that much, right? So
it can’t be that serious, right?
I am four, beyond the age for strollers, but still, my
mother is pushing me in one because my left ankle has swollen to the point
where you can't see the bones. I am nine, crawling from my bedroom to the
kitchen to get my medication, because it hurts too much to walk. I am 12, lost
in fever hallucinations as my heart and my liver become inflamed and my lungs
fill with fluid and I almost die. I am 14, crying in a dark hospital room, the
pain in my shoulders taking my breath away. I am 41, crying in the shower every
morning because the pain in my entire body is taking my breath away. And I am
also 41 when the disease flares so high and so hot that the pain drives me
close to suicide.
And that’s just one person’s experience.
RA pain can
be sharp, pounding, throbbing. It can feel as if you are rolling around in
slightly dulled - but not dull - glass shards, as if you're being stabbed with
an ice pick, jolted with electricity or as if someone is inserting a very thin
blade between the bones in your joints and working diligently to pry them
apart. It’s exhausting, covering every part of you in a grey film, affecting
everything you do. It can be manageable for a while, only to flare unpredictably
and randomly, taking control of your life. With uncontrolled RA, you never know
how you'll be feeling tomorrow morning (or this afternoon, for that matter).
RA pain is not dull. Most people would not describe their RA
pain as "not severe." Yet the literature - and many in the medical
profession - persists in minimizing it and continue to question the reports of
the severity of the pain and the extent of its impact from those who live with
it. They call our reports catastrophizing.
So I thought some more and decided to play with the concept.
Let's take the disease out of it for a minute.
Say you’re going about your life, doing whatever that
entails. Randomly, forces beyond your control will swoop in and take over. They
will roll you in slightly dulled glass shards, stab you with ice picks, jolt
you with electricity and insert slender blades into your joints, wiggling them
to pry apart the bones. Then they go away, leaving you to heal and try to pick
up your life again. But it's not the only time these forces take over your
life. They come back intermittently - maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, maybe
not until two years from now. They stay for a few hours, days or months or
years. You never know.
What else does that sound like? To me, that sounds like sudden
arrest, imprisonment and torture. The kind you read about in Amnesty
International bulletins, stories from dictatorships around the world. There are
programs for victims of torture to help them recover, physically and
emotionally and we all understand that such people are likely to need help to
heal and may even have PTSD.
Am I saying that having RA can lead to you developing PTSD?
No, I'm not. I do not know nearly enough about this condition to offer any sort
of intelligent analysis. I’m not actually talking about acts of torture at all
except to say that people who are victims of torture deserve our help and our
resources in fighting the regimes that torture.
What I am
wondering about, though, is why people who live with a chronic illness, who are
enduring intense and life-altering pain, are expected to suck it up when others
get understanding and help? Why are we doubted and our experience minimized?
Why is our reaction to our pain shrugged off as a “poor coping style”? Why are
we, by some members of the medical profession, expected to address the pain and
the worries about it with the powers of our minds instead of painkillers? And
if we do ask for drugs because we'd like to be able to live our lives, some
doctors will refuse to write prescriptions for narcotics. The medications that
may control the disease don't always work and when they don't, it is termed that
“you fail the medication”, not that the medication fails to work for you. And
all of this together contributes to an unseemly focus on our responsibility in
controlling a disease over which we have no control.
So, dear medical profession. Unless you are willing to
develop a chronic illness yourself to lend a first-hand knowledge of the thing
which you are treating, you must stop this belief that people can’t be in as
much pain as they tell you they are. You must stop the automatic discounting of
their experience, stop calling it this catastrophizing. You must think about
this thing separated from the disease and think about what it might mean and
might do to a person. You must think about how you would feel if you were in
their shoes. And then you must link it back to the disease which you are
treating. For someone who is relatively new to RA, this may very well be
"the worst pain" they can imagine. And for someone who is living with
uncontrolled disease activity, wondering whether they'll be able to take care
of their baby is a legitimate concern. Instead of making their feelings about
their lives into something dysfunctional, you must listen and address it. Give
them the pain meds they need, suggests resources that can help them with
parenting. Tell them that you are on their team and will fight as hard as you
can to help them get better.
In other words, you must have respect and imagination. If
you do not, you are not a good doctor.
Comments
Presbytera
To get pain relief I have to demand it... and only then do I get it from a GOOD dr. who listens. I too await symptom mirroring. It would be wonderful to be believed 100%.
I too have been at the point of suicide from my lifelong RA, AND I developed PTSD from all my medical / hospital care (I'm doing much better from both now, it was awhile ago that I got treatment for both).
Even when I was given a note from a hematologist saying that I was sick and should stay off work until they figure out whether I was contagious - yeah, don't dare use that as an excuse to avoid work.
You've struck a chord with many of us who have RA with this post, Lene. Thank you for putting into concise, descriptive words the frustration--and even fury--that we feel when those without the disease imply that our pain is a figment of our imagination.
The best doctor I have ever had is one who has an autoimmune disease himself who was written off as "it's all in your head" as a teenager. He knows. If only we could clone him--but he teaches at Stanford, so, there is hope.
I hope advances in measuring pain impulses will help teach those who wallow in educated ignorance the truth before more of us suffer from their judgmental wielding of power.
It is what makes my own doctor so precious to me. She listens and understands.