Dear Martin

Dear Martin,

Happy Birthday!

You would have been 88 today had it not been for that day in Memphis….well, today is special so I won’t dwell on that.
Are you having a party up there? Did Coretta throw you one? Whatever you are doing today, have fun!

I hate to bother you with this but things are not going so well down here. The nation is divided more than ever. There is so much divisiveness and rancor. We cannot see eye-to-eye on a lot of issues. People are still judged by the color of their skin with disastrous consequences. The poor keep getting poorer and injustices are rampant.
You know that Valley of Despair you asked us not to wallow in? Well, some of are living there now!.
If I may borrow your words and change them to reflect how things are:
In spite of our faith, we are unable to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. In spite of this faith, we are not be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. Even with this faith, we cannot work together, pray together, struggle together, go to jail together, stand up for freedom together….we are broken!
So on this day, do pray for this great nation. This nation that you loved so much. Pray for us because we need it!
Enjoy the rest of your wonderful day!

Sincerely,

Nanadadzie

Do it Well

“Gentlemen, we will chase perfection, and we will chase it relentlessly, knowing all the while we can never attain it. But along the way, we shall catch excellence.”
― Vince Lombardi Jr.

My friend, the Rev Albert Ocran, has a radio show on Joy 99.7 FM in Accra on Sundays called “Springboard”. He usually dwells on motivational and educational themes. Sometime last year, he did a series titled “10 Critical Success Factors”. Over a period of like 8 weeks, he talked to a string of thought leaders and entrepreneurs about what they saw as their 10 critical success factors.
One Sunday whilst listening, I thought of my own journey to figure out this puzzle called life. It started actively back in 1995, during a period of broken dreams. In the process I realized that unlike getting a formal education, life lessons are not taught formally as we grow from childhood into young adulthood. They are imparted loosely by parents and other family members. Sometimes by teachers, even friends or at church. In a period marked by working hard to attain a professional degree or learn a trade, life lessons take the back bench. That is until life rears it’s ugly head.
So I wondered if I could tease out 10 lessons from all that I had leant since I started on my journey of figuring things out. Over the next fews days, memories came rushing back and in that torrent, I was able to tease out 10 lessons – my critical factors.
Recent events have reminded me of one of these lessons. It is the one lesson that guides me most in my professional life. I am not always successful at letting it guide but I try.
It is a lesson gleaned from a story my mum told me as a boy. The story stuck with me and as I got older, it always seem to prove itself.
The lesson is: DO IT WELL!
It is the notion that whatever you do in life, do it well. Do it like you were doing it for yourself. Aim for excellence. Do that procedure well. Nurse that patient well. Defend that case well. Run that business well. Sell those goods well. Treat your wife or husband well. Raise your kids well. Preach that sermon well. Teach those kids well.
Now let me see if I can tell the story mum told me well:
In a city far away lived a very wealthy man. He loved new mansions. Every so often he had his favorite builder build him a mansion. He would live in there a few months or maybe a year and then get the builder to build him another. He had mansions dotting the city.
Then a major recession hit the city. For all that time, the builder never heard from his wealthy client. Things were hard for the builder but he managed. Then the economy recovered and business started to pick up again. The builder was busy again. After almost 2 years, the wealthy man contacted the builder. He wanted another mansion. This time, the wealthy man wanted the builder to use the most expensive marble, wood and stones. It was to be a masterpiece. The builder however was bitter. He felt the wealthy man should have reached out during the recession. He also felt the wealthy man never paid him enough for all the good work he did. He agreed to build the mansion but instead of using the best materials, he fudged. He used the cheapest marble and stones. The foundation wasn’t well-laid and the walls were weak. The roof shook when the wind blew and the windows clattered. It was his worst work.
The day arrived when the builder invited the wealthy man to take ownership of the mansion. The wealthy man met him in front of the mansion all smiles. The builder handed him the keys.
Then the wealthy man said:
“All these years, you have built me one great mansion after the next. I have been unwell these last few years and had to travel for treatment. I couldn’t help you during the recession. Now I am back and want to say thank you. This mansion is my gift to you for always doing things so well. You are the epitome of excellence”
With that he handed the shocked builder the keys to the mansion. Even as the builder took the keys, all he could think of was, “I should have built this well!”.
He should have.
Do it well!

The Wisdom of a Child

“I understand why they cut off her head”

The year was 2013. That summer, we took a trip to France. My daughter was excited about visiting to the Louvre and Notre Dame. She also wanted to see Monet’s lilies. My son was just hyped about seeing new places.
Before the trip, I gave them a short synopsis of significant French history, dwelling on the 18th century – the Revolution, Marie Antoinette, Louis XVI and the beheadings. I explained how the people went hungry while the nobility feasted and built palaces.
My daughter asked if Marie Antoinette really said, “Let them eat cake”.
I said it was probably not her words but that for most of the people, she was a symbol of why they were suffering.
We all fell in love with Paris. Each of us had a reason for the love affair. The Louvre, Notre Dame, the architecture, the shopping, the food, the art, the food, the romance…..did I mention the food?
And then was the visit to Le Château de Versailles.
Words cannot describe the opulence, the decadence, the raw smell of wealth and privilege.
My wife and daughter were just enthralled by the Queens’s Private Apartment. I just wondered how much it cost to build all that! My son wanted to play hide-and-seek!
Then we walked into the Hall of Mirrors. As we walked down this unbelievable space the royal family used for banquets, my daughter turned to me and said in her typically calm tone:
“I understand why they cut off her head”.
For minute I was taken aback. Then I smiled and said to her:
“You kinda get it, don’t you?”
She nodded.
This was a 10-year-old girl. Even at that age, she was exhibiting a sense of social justice.
It is astonishing then that some adults don’t have that or lose theirs.
I look back at the Ghanaian elections. I look at how convincingly Nana Addo shellacked John Mahama with over a million vote differential.
The reasons are pretty obvious. While the people struggled with rolling blackouts, high fuel prices, massive youth unemployment and rampant corruption, the ruling Unintelligent rolled around in their black V8s, blinded by hubris and ill-gotten wealth. The people may have been hungry but they were neither blind nor deaf. They certainly were not stupid and like the elephant (the symbol of the Nana Addo’s party – the NPP), they had a long memory.
Sure Mahama may have started massive infrastructure projects but did they really benefit the people or did they benefit his cronies who got those fat contracts?
So like my daughter, I sit back and say:
“I understand why they cut off the head of that corrupt government. I understand why Nana Addo won so convincingly. I understand why the people want change.”
Now being the season that it is, let us eat cake!

The Burden

He heard of this hill where one could leave their burdens. He made his way there to unload his burden. He labored up slowly, weighed down by uncertainty.
Alas, he got to the summit. In the distance, he saw others unloading their burdens before a shining light. He hurried up towards the light that got brighter. As he got closer, he realized that the light came from a tree and that the people were unloading their burdens at the the base of this mighty tree. Then it struck him – compared to the burdens most of those there had, his burden was a joke. His burden was almost minuscule. A deep shame came over him. He wanted to ran.
Then he heard a voice ask, “Can you help me get this down?”
He turned. The man facing him had the biggest burden he had ever seen. He helped him get it off his back and to the base of the tree. For the next hour, he helped several men and women get their burdens off. He felt exhausted but light.
Then he thought of his burden. He reached back. It was gone! He looked around him. He couldn’t see it anywhere but then it would be dwarfed by the others.
Then it hit him – in being immersed at helping others unload their burdens, he had lost his. He had unloaded his burden by helping others unload theirs.
He looked up at he tree. He could swear the Light smiled at him. He smiled back. As he made his way down the hill, he vowed to come up often to help others unload their burdens. He felt so whole when the Light smiled at him…..he sure did.

The Parable of the Voyage

“Can we become a little more aggressive as a people?…..Can we demand a little bit more?”
– Ace Kojo Anan Ankomah

Once upon a time, the people of a certain nation were sailing to a new World called Prosperity-for-All. Their old lands had become uninhabitable.
To make sure they reached their destination, the people picked a group of men and women to sail and navigate the boat to it’s destination. The men and women in this group were called the Leaders.
Unfortunately, the boat they were traveling on was old and taking on water through several holes in the hull. The people realized that the clothes they had on were impervious to water and so they tore off pieces to plug the holes. They did that even though it was cold.
However, as soon as they did that, the Leaders pulled out these pieces of cloth being used as plugs to keep for themselves. They figured that they could patch the pieces together into shirts or trousers for themselves and their families. They figured that they were smarter.
So the boat kept taking on more water. As fast as the people tried to plug the holes, even faster did the Leaders pull them out. In the dead of the night when the people were sleeping, the Leaders made more holes in the boat’s hull. This caused the people to tear off more clothes to plug the holes, which the Leaders in turn pulled out for themselves.
So the people resorted to not only tearing up their clothes to plug these holes, but also use their cups, bowls and pans to scoop out the water that kept rising. They were tired, hungry and cold.
The leaders, on the other hand, seemed totally oblivious to the impending doom. They were warm, well-fed and happy.
One day, a little boy on the boat asked his dad, “Dad, why are the Leaders clothed while we are almost naked? Why do they look fat while we all are so skinny?”
His dad was silent. The other men who heard the question went silent too. A look crept into their eyes. Slowly a realization dawned on them. They looked at each other. Their nods were imperceptible.
That night, a group of men stayed up. They watched. They watched as one of the Leaders’ went through the boat pulling out the plugs. They watched how he poked new holes in the boat. In the glow of the moonlight, they saw his smirk and heard his laughter. From where they hid hungry, naked and cold, they watched feeling raped, violated and misled.
So you are probably going to ask me “What did they people do?”
If you are Ghanaian reading this, then those people on the boat did what you are doing now – NOTHING!
Yes, NOTHING!
The people went about their lives getting raped, shafted, violated and did nothing.
Even when the boat finally sank, the people were still using the clothes they barely had to plug holes while the Leaders had jumped off into a life boat they had somehow hidden from the people.
May those who have ears hear!

The Other Side

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A Dose of Whisky

“A good gulp of hot whisky at bedtime—it’s not very scientific, but it helps.”
– Alexander Fleming

The practice of medicine demands that a doctor give the best possible care without knowingly causing the patient harm. A physician is supposed to have the well-being of his or her patients as the paramount issue of his or her practice. This position in the doctor’s hierarchy of care is never supposed to be affected by money, fame, glory or power. Yet, as the following story illustrates, doctors are only human and are swayed by money.
Until about the early 1940s, alcohol-containing beverages were seen as having medicinal properties. As far back as in ancient China, Egypt, Greece and Rome, healers treated everything from snake bites to pain with booze. Alcohol was recognized for it’s antiseptic and analgesic properties. Even during the American Civil War, field medics used whiskey and brandy to treat pain when they ran out of opiates. At the beginning of the 20th century, whiskey was being used to treat delirium, anemia, dyspepsia and snake bites. A common adult dose was about 1 ounce every 2-3 hours. Child doses ranged from 1/2 to 2 teaspoons every three hour. In some cases, alcohol could comprise as much as 40% of a patient’s daily intake!
Even today, we still hear of remedies like
rubbing a teething infant’s gum with whisky or drinking hot beer to treat the common cold.
Around 1850, scientific medicine started emerging in the US. With that, the therapeutic benefit of alcoholic beverages started to be questioned. By the early part of the 20th century, this anti-alcohol-for-medicine movement had gained traction. It also coincided with the Prohibition movement.
In 1916 whiskey and brandy were removed from the list of scientifically approved medicines in The Pharmacopeia of the United States of America.
In June 1917, even as the 18th Amendment to ban alcohol was slowly working it’s way through Congress, the American Medical Association (the AMA) voted to denounce the use of alcohol for medical purposes.
The resolution read:
Whereas, We believe that the use of alcohol is detrimental to the human economy and,
Whereas, its use in therapeutics as a tonic or stimulant or for food has no scientific value; therefore,
Be it Resolved, That the American Medical Association is opposed to the use of alcohol as a beverage; and
Be it Further Resolved, That the use of alcohol as a therapeutic agent should be further discouraged.
In 1920, Congress passed the 18th Amendment and with the Volstead Act, Prohibition was ushered in. However, the law allowed the use of alcoholic beverages (beer, wines, whiskey and brandy) for medicinal purposes and for the Holy Sacrament. I guess the cultural use of alcohol as a drug was too strong.
The next few years saw the prescriptions of alcohol skyrocket. Using prescription pads obtained from the Treasury Department, doctors could sell patients prescriptions for a pint of whiskey every 10 days for $3 ($40 today). For $3 more, a pharmacist would then fill it.
In Chicago, a pharmacist named Charles Walgreen grew his chain of 20 stores in 1920 to 525 in 1930 through these prescriptions.
In 1922, five years after passage of it’s resolution to denounce the use of alcoholic beverages as medicine, the AMA did a national survey – the Referendum on the Use of Alcohol in the Medical Profession. The results were interesting:
From alcohol not having any scientific value as a therapeutic agent just 5 years earlier, now doctors reported using alcohol to treat as many as 27 ailments including diabetes, cancer, asthma, dyspepsia, lactation problems, tuberculosis, pneumonia, high blood pressure and problems old age!
A group of doctors would even lobby Congress and eventually bring the case before the Supreme Court to be allowed to prescribe as much alcohol as they wanted and not the measly 10 pints every 10 days. Even though the group claimed that their motivation was not money bu the issue of independent practice and non-interference by the federal government, one could not help but think of the AMA survey.
Eventually, Prohibition would be repealed through the 21st Amendment in 1933 and a decade later, the practice of prescribing whiskey and brandy for ailments would slowly die out.
As doctors, we are asked to help or do no harm. Yet when money is in play, I wonder how many of us succumb and do things that may harm patients. Like the patients of yesteryear, yearning for their pint of whiskey, I wonder how many of us take a swig out of that exhilarating bottle of power, fame and glory and forget what we are supposed to stand for. I hope we of today are doing much better than those back then.

While You Were Sleeping

To undergo a surgical procedure, most people need some form of anesthetic.
If the procedure is small and does not involve a very deep incision, the surgeon can numb the area locally with local anesthetic and proceed. This technique is called local anesthesia and can be used even in a doctor’s office without the presence of a trained anesthesia provider.
The next level would be regional anesthesia. Using a local anesthetic, the nerve supply to a particular region of the body is blocked. This is great because not only does it allow the anesthetic to be localized but it also can be tailored to give pain relief for hours.
In instances where a local or regional anesthetic is not feasible or contraindicated, the other option is general anesthesia. Here, using either an intravenous or inhaled agent, loss of consciousness is achieved. This allows the patient to undergo surgery.
In a paper published in 2003, Vesna Jevtovic-Todorovic, an anesthesiologist then practicing in Virginia, exposed 7-day-old infant rats to a combination of two of the following – midazolam, nitrous oxide and isoflurane – for 6 hours. The exposure led to the death of nerve tissue in the developing brains of the rodents. Even worse, the rodents suffered long-lasting cognitive impairment in learning and memory, which worsened as they aged.
A few years later, the same phenomenon was observed when the same study was done using young monkeys.
This of course raised concerns in the anesthetic community, as many wondered if this phenomenon was possible in human kids.
Studies to correlate this in humans were lacking and retrospective analyses of data have given mixed results. This led to the F.D.A. and the International Anesthesia Research Society to form a group in 2009 to promote further research into this called SmartTots – Strategies for Mitigating Anesthesia-Related Neurotoxicity in Tots.
Even though there is still no human data, in 2012, the group recommended that elective surgery under general anesthesia be avoided in children younger than 3.
Late in 2014, they also stated that if an operation requiring anesthesia and sedation can reasonably be delayed, it “should possibly be postponed because of the potential risk to the developing brain of infants, toddlers and preschool children”.
At the moment, there is an ongoing study which has enrolled 700 children to study this phenomenon – A Multi-site Randomized Controlled Trial Comparing Regional and General Anesthesia for Effects on Neurodevelopmental Outcome and Apnea in Infants (GAS).
It is however not only children who seem to suffer possible negatives effects from general anesthetics on the brain. The elderly population seem to suffer from negative cognitive effects as well. Patients older than 60 seem more prone to develop delirium and some memory loss after general anesthesia and it is irrespective of the drug used. Patients with a history of dementia also fare worse.
Anesthetics cause their effect by blocking receptors in several regions of the brain (GABA, NMDA, Dopamine etc). Older patients may just have a harder time recovering from this block. There is the thought that anesthetics may induce neuronal changes that are harder to reverse in the elderly.
The use of regional techniques, when possible, prevents this problem.
One thing patients receiving general anesthesia worry about a lot is awareness. The fear that one would wake up during surgery and feel every part of the procedure. Awareness is a really rare occurrence. As the data is showing, anesthesia providers may actually be giving too much anesthetic when we use the classic definition of minimum alveolar concentration (MAC) to dose inhaled agents. This means patients are really “knocked out” and have a very slim chance of waking up. Even though explicit memory (conscious) is totally blocked, there is a chance that implicit memory (unconscious) may still be active and could lead to patients thinking they woke up. Also, chances are that as a patient emerges form anesthesia, he or she may erroneously think that they are still having surgery. Awareness is however possible during surgery of the very sick since those patients can hardly tolerate a deep general anesthetic.
So what does the future hold? The use of functional MRI during anesthetics may be a possibility in the future. We use the BIS monitor to gauge awareness but that might not be enough. Maybe the use of the EEG should be introduced. The introduction of newer drugs also hold some promise. It seems the best care in some case may be not to put patients to sleep.

Sometimes Bigger is not Better

The times leading to and after the passage of the Affordable Care Act aka Obamacare were tumultuous times in the US. There was the talk of death panels all the way to the fear of having a single payer system overnight.
Sure the law has had benefits in increasing the number of insured Americans but it is also dogged by financial problems. Just last year, several healthcare cooperatives, including one here in Kentucky, closed down. Several insurers, like United Health, have stopped offering plans on the exchanges and just this week, there are reports that premiums for maybe a million or more Americans might go up about 22%.
Probably the paramount reason is that most insurers underestimated how sick the uninsured population was. Also, the number of young and healthy persons who were forecasted to buy insurance and thus finance the program has been much lower. Most tend to pay the penalty and take their chances. Then is also the small issue of some state governors refusing to expand Medicaid to include more of the indigent population for political as well as fiscal reasons.
Beyond the financial issues, which have the ability to totally cripple the law, there are other unintended consequences. One of them results from the push by the law to consolidate medical providers into large groups.
In a piece published in the Annals of Internal Medicine in 2010, three of the leading healthcare advisors to the president then, and big proponents of the ACA – Ezekiel Emanuel, Nancy-Ann DeParle and Robert Kocher – wrote:
To realize the full benefits of the Affordable Care Act, physicians will need to embrace rather than resist change. The economic forces put in motion by the Act are likely to lead to vertical organization of providers and accelerate physician employment by hospitals and aggregation into larger physician groups. The most successful physicians will be those who most effectively collaborate with other providers to improve outcomes, care productivity, and patient experience.
And thus began the move to consolidate all health groups.
In 2015, there were 112 mergers, up 18% from 2014. Even the insurers are merging. The belief was that large groups are more efficient in sharing information, managing costs and reducing risks for the patient.
As I always say, the experts who tend to write healthcare policy are often those who hardly do any patient care and this push to consolidate groups is another prime example.
Anyone who does any direct patient care will tell you that bigger is not necessarily better!
The push to consolidate is creating behemoths that are inflexible and take eons to react to change. It takes these larger groups longer to implement new policy or even effect cost savings.
These larger groups that were being encouraged were named Accountable Care Organizations or ACOs.
McAllen, a small town in Texas, was one of the most expensive places for healthcare in 2009. All that changed when the physicians there formed an ACO to provide value-based (preventative) and not activity-based (tests and specialist referrals) care. That little ACO outperformed the John Hopkins system interns of cost savings and outcomes in 2014 according to data from the Centers for Medicaid and Medicare Services. Several papers published recently show that physician-led ACOs outperform the much larger hospital-organization based behemoths.
The reasons for that are not difficult to find.
A lot of these hospital-organization based systems are often healthcare businesses that have bought groups at myriad places. The hospitals and groups are often scattered over counties and even states. They tend to be run from a central office, often far-removed from the individual centers of care. Hence, decisions are made that do not reflect the conditions that may favor any particular hospital or group. This then has an adverse effect on care at the affected hospital or group, negating any cost savings or improvement in outcomes.
Further, small groups offer more personalized care, which is a priceless commodity in medicine. It facilitates follow-ups and the tailoring of care to patients needs.
Also, the ability to use data is faster in smaller groups and technology can be implemented quicker.
Lastly, the patient experience in small community hospitals are also more pleasant. They do not feel like they are lost in a sea of faces and are just another medical record number.
It is really a pity that the ACA has pushed a lot of small and wonderful physician groups into these large inefficient behemoths. As the unintended consequences of this law gradually unfolds and we learn to make the necessary changes, I hope a push to smaller healthcare organizations will be paramount.

Why the Calypso Campaign is so Powerful

I don’t know why the NPP flag-bearer, Nana Akufo-Addo, was drinking Kalyppo four years ago in that car. That picture however, has resulted in a campaign that has drawn the members of the opposing party as well the general Ghanaian public together like not seen in a while.

I found out about the boxed drink Kalyppo, on my last visit to Ghana. My mother-in-law bought a pack for my kids and my son fell in love with the Fruitimix flavor. Thereafter, there were days when we were out hunting for that flavor. That particular one was difficult to get.
So back in 2012, an occasion rose that made this grown man, an accomplished attorney and statesman, favor a boxed drink that kids love. Was it thirst? Was it curiosity? Was he reaching for a bottle of water and absent-mindedly grabbed a box of Kalyppo? Whatever the reason, at that point in time, Kalyppo was good enough.
So it is in life. In a society like Ghana, where millions of people struggle everyday to make ends meet or even get basic healthcare, most have to make do with what is available. For these millions, day in day out, the mantra is “Kalyppo has to be good enough. It just has to do!”.
It doesn’t matter that it was made for kids or favored by kids, sometimes, Kalyppo has to do. The little ball of kenkey has to do. Not going to see a doctor has to do. The kids missing school to go sell water by the road has to do. Becoming a galamsey has to do. Their own personal “Kalyppo” has to do.
So to see minions of the ruling government, often blamed for the morass we are in now, deriding this powerful symbol – a symbol of Nana Akufo-Addo making do – was enough to ignite something. Those minions deriding Nana Akufo-Addo for drinking Kalyppo was like a derision of the millions who make do each and everyday in Ghana.

Are you then surprised at how widespread and popular the campaign became? Sure, there were the wags who saw (and still see) that as an opportunity to draw laughs. Yet underlining all that was a powerful message to those in power. The message said:
“You may have your Voltics, chilled bottles of Coke and freshly-squeezed orange juice. However, most of us are lucky to even get a box of Kalyppo and we are proud of it and make do with it. Just remember us when you are sipping on you bottled water, Coke and orange juice in your mansions. Remember, because we put you there and we have the power to remove you.”