I don't share my history with families so they can make
their own decisions.
By Mary Austin, M.D.
When you spend most of your childhood in doctors' offices
like I did, it's easy to become fascinated with medicine at an early age. I was
diagnosed at birth with spina bifida, a condition in which the spinal cord
fails to develop properly, leaving the nerves exposed on the back. My first
operation to repair the hole in my lower back happened within the first days of
my life. Doctors warned my family I may never walk, but my mom, who was a
physical therapist, refused to believe them. And she was right.
I never had trouble walking, but I suffered other
complications over the years that would require multiple visits to clinics and
hospitals. I met many excellent medical professionals who helped me cope with
the difficulties I experienced. But I also met others who lacked the empathy
and humanity I craved as a young patient.
By the time I was in kindergarten, I knew I wanted to be a
doctor. As a teenager, I knew I did not want to be just any doctor but a doctor
who would work to heal other kids like me—addressing their physical and
emotional needs as patients. As a kid, I was embarrassed by my condition and
kept it quite private only telling my closest friends.
All too often, I let my fear keep me from pursuing
activities I loved, like running. I was scared my neurogenic bladder and bowel
would embarrass me. In the small town of Kentucky where I grew up, I never met
anyone else who seemed to be facing the same challenges.
It wasn't until I was well into my surgical residency at
Vanderbilt University Medical Center I finally opened up about my medical
problems, first to my mentor, a pediatric surgeon who ultimately became a dear
friend, and later to others including my husband-to-be, a pediatric oncologist
at Texas Children's Hospital and Baylor College of Medicine.
After finishing fellowships in surgical critical care and
pediatric surgery at Children's Hospital Los Angeles, I was lucky enough to
land a position as an assistant professor in pediatric surgery at McGovern
Medical School at UTHealth, which has an academic affiliation with Children's
Memorial Hermann Hospital. Shortly thereafter, I found myself working with a
phenomenal group of physicians at The Fetal Center at Children's Memorial
Hermann Hospital who were among a select group in the United States pioneering
a specialized surgery to repair spina bifida lesions in utero.
As a pediatric surgeon, I get to meet with couples who have
recently discovered their unborn child has spina bifida and help them
understand their options. I don't share with them my history because I would
prefer for them to make their decision based on the scientific evidence and
their beliefs. But it is gratifying to be able to be a part of a groundbreaking
treatment that is changing the way spina bifida lesions are treated. It gives
children and parents a much more optimistic future.
I remain as awestruck today as I did when I was a kid about
the capabilities of medicine to heal, to transform lives and to reach new
heights. As a young woman, I never thought I would be able to have children
because of my spina bifida diagnosis. Yet, I was able to carry and deliver
three healthy daughters, even as I leaned on my high-risk obstetrician and my
colleagues at The Fetal Center to help me deal with the complications that
arose during my pregnancies.
Motherhood has only galvanized the commitment I made many
years ago to do everything I can to help children and families struggling with
tough diagnoses. I'm grateful every day for the chance to be a part of their
lives and to hopefully make a positive difference.
https://www.childrenshospitals.org/Newsroom/Childrens-Hospitals-Today/Summer-2018/Articles/Pediatric-Surgeon-Specializes-in-Same-Medical-Condition-She-Had-Growing-Up
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