Saturday, March 26, 2016

Difficult choices 2

At the beginning of my fourth year of medical school, I had an abortion, an experience about which I have written previously in detail. At the time, we had a 2-year-old daughter, and we found out during our routine anatomy scan around 19 weeks that the baby boy I was carrying had a severe disease. His kidneys were irreversibly damaged, and as a result, his lungs could not develop properly. No one could predict whether he would die during the pregnancy, shortly after birth, or perhaps survive into childhood if he received neonatal dialysis and qualified for a kidney transplant in the future. For us, the risk of prolonged suffering, pain and grave disability – a kidney transplant at best has a lifespan of 20 years – outweighed the possibility of what we considered to be meaningful quality of life, and we chose to terminate the pregnancy. Preventing our baby’s suffering is a motivation that most can relate to even if they disagree with our ultimate choice. But the aspect of our decision that is harder to talk about – because as mothers, specifically, we are still widely expected to sacrifice everything in the interest of our children – is the fact that we also took into account what it might mean for our careers, for our growing family, and for the trajectory of our lives, if we chose to carry the pregnancy to term...

As a pediatrician-in-training and now the mother of three healthy daughters, I think frequently about our son, and the decision we made. One of the first patients I took care of as a resident was a toddler whose prenatal diagnosis was eerily parallel to our son’s. Every morning when I walked into his room to examine him and see how his night had been, I would see his tiny body curled up in the hospital crib, his G-tube hooked up to continuous feeds. I would see his mother sleeping on the fold-out chair underneath a scratchy hospital sheet, and I would wonder what it would be like if it were my son in that crib, if it were me sleeping on the makeshift bed. I can’t pretend to know anything about that mother’s beliefs or the decisions she made while pregnant, about the dreams and plans she had for her boy’s future, or about how her life may have changed when she took on her role as his mother and protector, always by his side. What was obvious, though, was that she loved her son dearly, just as I would have loved our son had he been born. When I think about our son, I wonder what color his soft, sweet hair would have been, and I check the perpetually running calendar in my mind to see how old he would be today. I wonder if, had we continued the pregnancy, I would be here in this hospital room as a resident or as a mother; if I would have quit my medical training entirely, a path that was already challenging enough with a young daughter and a husband with a busy career...

Critics of abortion frequently leverage the accusation that abortion is tantamount to “playing God.” Many perceive a fundamental difference between withdrawing or withholding life-sustaining care, on the one hand, and abortion, an active procedure intended to cause fetal death. One needn’t spend long in an academic tertiary care hospital to understand, however, that the provision of intensive perinatal care is far from passive, and that the lengths we go to preserve life could just as fairly be considered “playing God.” The potential pain and suffering associated with life-prolonging medical interventions, and the downstream consequences for families, society and the economy – these are not automatically ethical or noble just because they are undertaken in the pursuit of life and survival. And as one of my mentors, a kind and accomplished physician who was born and trained in Europe, told me after my termination, “death is not always the worst outcome.”

Part of the trouble comes from a naïve understanding – widespread even among many medical professionals – of the murky complexities of medical prognostication and interventions. Standards of care for many fetal conditions – the majority of which are not diagnosed until the routine anatomy ultrasound that is recommended at 18 to 20 weeks gestation – are shockingly dependent on differences in institutional culture and resources, and on personal differences among doctors. For our son, if he had survived past birth, would the nephrologist who was on call in the neonatal intensive care unit have been one who believes that starting dialysis in a newborn is ethically obligatory, or one who feels that it is morally permissible to decline? For babies born with hypoplastic left heart syndrome, a condition that is uniformly fatal without surgical repair, some pediatric cardiologists believe that palliative care is not an ethical option to offer anymore; others, likely thinking of children like the 5-year-old I took care of who had been in the hospital since his third birthday, contending with heart failure, then a heart transplant, and then post-transplant cancer, feel strongly that it remains a morally acceptable and personal choice...

For some families, the phenomenal advances that have been made in neonatal intensive care and in medicine more broadly have opened up wonderful, meaningful choices. Opting for certain life-prolonging interventions may allow a family to gain more information by seeing how their child responds to a “trial” of therapy; to prevent complicated grief about “giving up without trying”; or to extend and shape the quantity and quality of time they have with their child. A recent study of families of children with trisomy 13 and 18 – conditions historically considered lethal, though such infants can sometimes survive well into childhood – concluded that many families find deep meaning and satisfaction in pursuing life-prolonging measures, which is an important challenge to the long-established paternalistic assumptions throughout the medical community that babies with trisomy 13 and 18 have lives that are uniformly not worth living...

The meaning and consequences of caring for a child with a severe, chronic medical condition may be vastly different for a young single mother with limited financial resources and secular beliefs than for a stay-at-home mother in a religious, financially comfortable, two-parent household. Continuing a pregnancy complicated by severe anomalies can have significant physical, psychological and socioeconomic effects on mothers and families. There are non-trivial concerns about the risks associated with pregnancy and delivery, the emotional impact of continuing a pregnancy with a gravely ill fetus, the psychological impact on siblings and family dynamics, and the logistical and financial details of how to access and afford the intensive medical care their child may need. Different families will prioritize these considerations differently, but the bottom line is that these perinatal decisions simply do not occur in a moral vacuum...

 As a senior medical student facing our baby’s diagnosis, I had already gotten glimpses not just of heartwarming medical triumphs, but also of cases in which outcomes were poor, and families were left to navigate through the aftermath and the potential for strained finances, strained relationships, and hard decisions about life-prolonging treatments and quality of life, in a society and a medical system that is poorly equipped to provide the needed help and support. I had learned the resistance profile of antibiotics and the indications for starting dialysis, but I had also learned that a great deal of medicine remains as much an art as a science, and that among the statistics and quoted prognoses, no one could tell us what the right thing was for our family given the particular constellation of risks, challenges and possibilities. So, we made the gut-wrenching decision for our son to live and die knowing only the warmth and safety of my body. For us, it was the most right and just decision in a situation that was, by all measures, impossibly wrong.

http://www.salon.com/2016/03/26/death_is_not_always_the_worst_outcome_were_so_good_at_saving_babies_and_so_bad_at_respecting_the_limits_of_medicine_and_the_rights_of_families/?google_editors_picks=true

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  1. After the ultrasound, we spent the afternoon talking to the maternal-fetal medicine doctors, along with the genetic counselor who is always called in after parents receive an unexpected fetal diagnosis. Our baby had what is called a bladder outlet obstruction, meaning that the urine that was being stored in his bladder was unable to exit. The bladder fills and fills with urine, until it backs up all the way to the kidneys, where the urine is produced in the first place. Over time, this causes the kidneys to become massively distended, eventually resulting in irreversible damage.

    The amniotic fluid surrounding a fetus is made up of urine produced by the fetal kidneys. Fetal lung development depends on having appropriate amniotic fluid levels, particularly during certain critical periods of lung development in the second trimester. When the kidneys are damaged or the bladder is obstructed, lung development can be irreversibly halted...

    Our conversations that afternoon narrowed in quickly on prognosis. For our baby, there was a fairly wide range of possibilities. The essential facts were that he had extremely severe damage to both of his kidneys, to his bladder, and to his urethra, which drains the urine from the bladder. Because of his gestational age, it was a near certainty that his lung development had been seriously compromised. It was possible that he would be stillborn, meaning that he would die in utero at some point during the pregnancy or during labor and delivery. It was possible that I would go into preterm labor with him, and it was possible that the pregnancy would go all the way to term...

    Because of my familiarity with what many of the different therapeutic and palliative care options entailed—medically, ethically, personally—it was clear to me that what we were dealing with was choosing an end-of-life care plan for our son. And because my husband and I believe more in evidence than in miracles, we knew that the appropriate time to implement that plan was now. We did not explicitly consider the potentially tremendous cost of pursuing aggressive treatment or the psychological impact on our daughter and our family of continuing a pregnancy with what would end up being, one way or another, a dying child, but in retrospect those concerns were implicit in our decision-making.

    It was a Friday afternoon, and we scheduled the dilation and evacuation for Monday morning. It was surreal to exist in the world that weekend in such a liminal state, to walk around feeling our baby kick his little legs and flip around, knowing that after Monday I would never feel him again. I woke every hour those nights, nauseated and heavy-chested, knowing that this little person who was here with me would soon be gone. Our daughter understood only that the little baby in Mommy’s tummy was very sick.

    I have since given birth to another healthy daughter, who could not have been born had we not chosen to end our son’s life when we did...

    Even now, watching our daughter gleefully smear avocado all over her face and hair, grinning her joyful, toothy, lopsided grin, I think about our son. I wonder if we gave up on him. I wonder if we should have stayed the course and become the neonatal intensive care unit parents I see sitting up groggily on the makeshift bed as the team of residents bursts into the room for rounds before the sun is up, the parents’ new lives playing out against a soundtrack of beeping monitors, pump alarms, and ventilators playing their strange, honking melody. I wonder if we made the right decision for him, and I wish that his brief existence didn’t feel so invisible.

    http://www.slate.com/articles/double_x/doublex/2014/02/abortion_as_end_of_life_care_why_i_chose_a_peaceful_life_and_death_for_my.html

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