We
always begin our public Board meetings with a story. These are accounts of a
service user’s experience of the care they have received. Colleagues work with
the service user to find out how they want to tell their story. Their story is
then developed into a narrative, which is shared at the Board meeting through
PowerPoint slides. Board members then have the opportunity to reflect, ask
questions and engage with the service user themselves.
Last
Thursday was our monthly Board meeting. The first 30 minutes were devoted to
hearing Georgia’s (not her real name) story. It was a powerful and a very
difficult account to hear. My fellow Board members and I felt challenged and
emotionally impacted by what we heard. Georgia’s story was one of harm and
trauma, rather than of compassionate care. Her story demonstrated sadly how far
too often Georgia’s wishes had been ignored or trivialised. Georgia’s mental
health issues were constantly reduced to mere diagnostic labels, and by so many
different professionals. Often these were contradictory and completely
unhelpful.
Whilst
there were some good periods during Georgia’s journey, these were few and far
between. Like many others before her, Georgia had a list of things that she
would like to see us change in the way future services might be provided and
care given. Her list not only gave us something to reflect upon in the moment, but
it provided colleagues with a plan of action that we could come back to in
terms of measuring our responses and hoped-for improvement.
Earlier
in the week I had also reflected on one of my daughters’ experiences of
accessing health care. Like Georgia’s journey, it was a story of discontinuity
and broken connections, of professional voices drowning out those of the people
being cared for. My daughter’s partner, Graham (not his real name), had, a long
time ago, been involved in a horrific life-changing motorbike accident. He had
his right arm and hand amputated as a result. For many years afterwards, he had
struggled with severe pain in the hand he no longer had. It is a problem many
people, who have had a limb amputated, experience, but Phantom Limb Pain (PLP)
is poorly understood.
There
are several treatments that can be deployed, most of which involve some kind of
pain relief. Eventually these can lose their ability to deal with the pain.
This was the case with Graham. Fortunately for Graham, he had a GP who managed
to refer him to a specialist NHS clinic who successfully manage to treat folk
like Graham using neurostimulation. More importantly, perhaps, is that the
professor who performs this microsurgery is the only one outside of the US who
is able and qualified to undertake the surgery. He practices in London.
So
down to London they went. Following a day of assessments, including the ubiquitous
MRI scan, they were told Graham was a good candidate for the operation. A date
was set for a pre-surgical assessment, which involved another trip to London. The
assessment took just 40 minutes, but again involved a 6 hour round train trip.
Frankly it could have been performed at Graham’s local hospital, with the
results being sent to the team in London. A final ‘consent’ appointment was set
up, which entailed another trip to London for a conversation that could have
been easily undertaken on MS Teams. A date has now been set for the surgery,
but he is required to go down two days in advance to have another MRI scan, a
scan that again could be done by Graham’s local hospital at any time between
now and the planned operation, with the results sent to London.
The
final disappointment for me (and for Graham and my daughter) is that in addition
to the three days’ post operative care he might need, they then have to stay
down in London for another five days so the team can remove Grahams sutures. I
once had a minor operation in Manchester, which meant the wound being closed
with half a dozen sutures. When they told me I had to come back in a few days to
have these removed, I explained that I was going to be in Chicago so was unable
to come. The folk treating me argued that I could not leave the UK. I said I
was going to a nurses’ conference, and I was confident that I could possibly find
one of the 100’s of nurses attending who would be able to remove my sutures.
And I did.
Both
Graham and my daughter work, but the financial burden of so many trips to
London, hotel costs, childcare and so on are horrendous. They do have the Bank
of Mum and Dad to help, but that is not the point. Whilst I can accept that the
specialist treatment can only be performed in London, the rest of the
assessments and discussions could easily have been done using existing
technologies and without any need to travel to London so often.
Today is the UK Day of Reflection for the Covid-19 pandemic. The day provides folk with the opportunity to reflect on all those impacted by the pandemic. They include people who died or those still living with the consequences of contracting Covid. And here is a Public Health warning, Covid has not gone away. As I reflect upon those days, I can’t help but think about the way so many services across the NHS and other public services came together to make sure people didn’t slip between the stools of organisational boundaries. It was a time of innovation and creativity, of partnership and collaboration. Yet here we are, just some five years later and those professional and organisational silos and barriers appear to have been resurrected and remain impenetrable.
Please
reflect on that thought today and perhaps consider what difference you can make
tomorrow to really ensure truly person-centred care is available to all.
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