The Dehumanising Effects of Modern Medicine By Mrs Vera West

Dr. David Bell is a clinical and public health physician with a PhD in population health and background in internal medicine, modelling and epidemiology of infectious disease. He has written a powerful piece on how modern medicine dehumanises us, which is a surprising criticism coming from a medical insider. I am remaindered of one academic medical professor I once met, who at a meeting involving urban issues, would constantly go back to the fact that he was "a doctor," and so his opinion was supposedly superior to we ordinary folk. Maybe on medicine, although Dr Bell raises issues even here, but not for public policy. Yet, over Covid, we saw health authorities far exceeding their domain of competency making recommendations for masks and lockdowns, that now have been shown to be groundless. Yet, based upon the illusory authority of so-called medical knowledge, their recommendations were followed by equally as dumb politicians. And, that is still the status quo in Australia, and we need to constantly critique it to change it.

That involves a wide-ranging deconstruction of modern medicine. Dr Bell argues that the institutionalisation of medicine, as seen in hospitals, necessarily dehumanises. He gives an example of his friend Matt, who had cancer, but also had a fall and was hospitalised. Matt's case was given the order not to resuscitate, and was put into a special room to die. He was given the drugs midazolam to make him into a zombie state, and morphine for the pain. He lay naked on plastic sheets. Fortunately, Matt's friends, including Dr Bell, got Matt off the medication, which Dr Bell says was administered only to make Matt less of a problem, not for his health. Matt was able to return home to finally die, not on a plastic sheet, but with dignity. As it should be.

https://dailysceptic.org/2024/02/28/how-modern-medicine-dehumanises-us/

"Progress involves improving on the past. Once, we used leeches to suck out an excess of cancer-causing humours, or just blamed them on the wrath of the gods. In modern hospitals, we now image such tumours deep within the body, target them with synthetic chemicals or narrow beams of radiation, or excise them with clinical precision. As if the mass was its own entity, we can ignore the rest of the body and concentrate precisely the problem at hand. If all this fails, we have teams to ensure that dying is convenient and minimally disturbing to the routines of others.

A good friend died recently of a rare and aggressive cancer. From diagnosis, he had several months of generally positive life through a difficult time, maintaining a sense of humour, a rational view of the world and loyalty to friends. He had always been good at seeing things that others did not without being arrogant or self-opinionated. The sort of friend you felt would stick by you through difficult times (and did). For the purpose of this discussion, we will call him 'Matt'.

Problem-based medicine

Matt's cancer was treated in the modern way. A team specialised in scanning people scanned him as schedules allowed over a period of weeks, establishing the extent of spread. A team specialised in irradiating cancers irradiated a large part of his body to shrink the cancer (which helped). Another group specialised in poisoning cancerous cells assessed whether such poisons would be of benefit, and decided they would not. Another arranged devices to help him walk, as the cancer had stopped him doing so. Someone somewhere may have been tasked with dietary advice, but that did not seem to happen.

Cancer is a complex disease, influenced by metabolism, genetics, immune status and general well-being. These are also interconnected. The most financially profitable approaches involve killing cancer cells with chemicals or radiation and, more recently, harnessing the immune potential of the body's T-cells ('cellular immunity'), those that kill cells and pathogens that they identify as abnormal. The body's own T-cell response needs certain micronutrients, such as vitamins and trace metals, that modern lifestyles and diets often cause to be insufficient. They are cheap (poorly profitable) and so the science around them attracts less sponsorship.

It was clear early on that Matt's care would be 'palliative', which means the cancer could be shrunk a little but not stopped. Due to its placement and extent, it could not be excised. Remaining there in an otherwise unchanged environment, it would come back, probably fairly quickly, and that would be the end. The scanning team scanned occasionally to see what was happening, but otherwise the clinical teams had fulfilled their protocols. Cutting-edge cancer therapy had cut its edge, and there was nothing more to be done.

When the problem becomes insoluble

Matt was particularly fortunate in having neighbours and nearby friends who treated him as he would them. Being human, those who cleaned his house got to know him well, recognising his qualities. One night, he had a fall and was transferred to the hospital where most of his previous management had taken place. As he was designated not-for-resuscitation (NFR), he was placed under the palliative care team, deemed best for his insoluble condition.

To understand modern institutional palliative care, it is best to explain what happened next. Matt was placed in a room on the main corridor near the nurses' desk. The door was left ajar so he could be observed. This room was painted grey, had no windows and no pictures on the wall. A couple of chairs, some fixtures for oxygen, a basin and antiseptic dispenser and a cupboard. Day and night became irrelevant, as in any windowless cell.

After some days, Matt was said to be non-responsive and "may not have long", which surprised us as he had been quite stable and well-oriented shortly before. When friends visited, he could talk and interact and appreciated visitors, thanking them for coming. But later he would be reported to have lapsed into unresponsiveness again. This seemed confusing to those who knew him.

When I visited the first time, he was lying naked on the bed (the blanket was too small to cover him fully anyway) and wet, with an oxygen cannula dispensing oxygen into the air rather than his nose. He woke up when this was placed to serve its function and could respond. Over multiple visits, a nurse came in only with a syringe to inject what turned out to be his palliative care: ampoules of morphine and midazolam. Morphine dulls pain and mind and suppresses breathing; midazolam reduces the ability to respond, so that the recipient stops crying out for help when he wets himself, is embarrassed about being naked or is thirsty.

When staff were requested to withhold the midazolam, Matt was able to converse with others, express his needs and answer questions. He was very clear, not unexpectedly, that he would prefer to be home. Each time I returned, he was lying as I first found him, naked, wet and calling for help, or dosed out with chemicals. Then the midazolam would be injected again after visitors left. Food was limited as that required someone to sit with a spoon and friends could not always be there. The hospital was not staffed for this – or protocols did not allow it.

Similar treatment is used by inhumane jailors to humiliate prisoners if they want to break them down psychologically. Being busy ensuring that the digital documentation was up to date, the nurses did not have time to do much more. The institution is designed this way. This is not about how certain individuals treated another, it is about how all of us can treat others when our institution organises and encourages us to do so.

Lone individuals seldom act in a systematically abusive and callous way towards a stranger. When they do, we call them sociopaths, sick or criminals (of the worst sort). But an institution, made up of individuals, can do this easily. We drown the call of conscience and empathy in groupthink and routines. It is just the way the machine works, whether its trainloads from the ghetto, corralled refugees or forgotten faces locked in a nursing home. We receive permission to devalue others, not realising they are ourselves. In Western medicine it has allowed us to separate the tumour from the person, then where necessary kill the person before death, making it all so much less traumatic or intrusive on our own routines.

A human leaving

Thanks to neighbours and friends who cared, Matt was returned home on a stretcher, with visits by a good community health team and support from friends. He needed no medication, as he was not in much pain, just sometimes distressed as a man would be when unable to go to the toilet himself. He enjoyed music, remembered and chatted about old times and mutual friends, and enjoyed his favourite foods, though in small quantities before tiredness set in. Having not eaten much during two weeks in hospital, his body's reserves were exhausted.

The midazolam and morphine, it turned out, had mainly served to help the institution function, preventing Matt from interrupting routine or requiring human contact. At home, human contact, music, sunlight through a window and conversation were natural rather than an imposition. This might be a revelation to some, especially in this age when we shut the elderly or dying away from their families for months at a time to 'protect' them from some virus or other. It suggests that a person with a foreseeable death may still be human, and that 'DNR' (do not resuscitate) printed on the clinical notes does not really change that status. The institution may dehumanise the people paid to care, but not the intended subjects of that care. They retain their intrinsic value.

Matt died after a few days at home, not naked to passersby in a grey windowless room on urine-soaked plasticised sheets, but at home surrounded by friends. He was still a person, a wonderful one, despite all that progress could achieve."