Doctor, We Need You within the Writer’s Room, Stat
Even with this unflinching deal with the tough realities of immediately’s medical system, pitches within the author’s room usually start with this query: “Is there a world where…?” What freedom! Maybe there’s a world the place I used the hospital care packages to assist a affected person or clear up a diagnostic dilemma. So too might there be a world the place my affected person’s daughter raced by the airport and made it onto the final flight to land in Boston earlier than they closed the runways. Maybe she was capable of give her father a closing hug and say goodbye in spite of everything. There is a world the place all of that is doable.
Just a few weeks earlier than I flew to Los Angeles to dream of that world, I discovered myself a part of a real-world dialog about which of two sufferers must be positioned on a machine known as extracorporeal membrane oxygenation, or ECMO. The machine works as a man-made lung, circulating blood outdoors the physique, and it’s more and more used to assist sufferers whose lungs are so broken that the ventilator shouldn’t be sufficient to assist them. We have a handful of such machines in our hospital and all however one was in use. On that night time, two sufferers might doubtlessly profit. Who would get the machine?
Turned out the writers appreciated this concept. As they constructed the tales and as I supplied my opinion on medical particulars and dialogue, I continued to comply with my precise sufferers within the on-line medical report. At first fiction and actuality unfolded as if in parallel. But then they diverged. I realized that in nonfiction life, the affected person who was positioned on ECMO grew sicker and finally died, whereas on TV we’re allowed to hope that each sufferers lived.
At first I anxious that made the televised model deceptive. But the genuine core of uncertainty — how we stability danger and profit and the good complexity in making selections about allocating a restricted useful resource — remains to be there. And I like believing in an alternate actuality the place my affected person may need lived. This was the world we had hoped for. And within the author’s room we have been capable of make that world come to life.
Maybe that is the facility of the medical dramas I really like. As a nonfiction author, I’m used to relaying the reality because it happens. But tv finds a option to provide sufficient actuality to show and to impress, but additionally provide a stability. Viewers can come near the hearth however they don’t seem to be scorched. That shouldn’t be the identical reality as nonfiction. But it’s a sort of truth-telling nonetheless, one I’m nonetheless studying to navigate.
Toward the top of my time within the author’s room, I flew from the on-set hospital again to Boston for a weekend within the intensive care unit. “Is there a world,” I discovered myself pondering in a windowless household assembly room, the place I instructed a spouse that her husband wouldn’t reside to depart the hospital. “Is there a world,” I believed once more as I examined a lady whose lung transplant had failed, leaving her depending on a ventilator for each breath. “Is there a world,” I murmured as I listened to the moans of a person who had been wholesome till a disseminated staph an infection cascaded by his bloodstream.
When I left the hospital that night time, I handed the clerk who sits on the entrance to the I.C.U. Her job is to reply the primary cellphone line, which rings ceaselessly, usually from panicked members of the family. She had simply settled in for the night, and I seen that she was watching one thing on her pill. Curious, I approached.
“What are you watching?” I requested her.
She smiled at me earlier than responding: “General Hospital.”
Daniela Lamas is a physician at Brigham and Women’s Hospital in Boston and the creator of “You Can Stop Humming Now: A Doctor’s Stories of Life, Death, and in Between.”