Wednesday, May 31, 2023

ChatGPT Writes A Blog Post! (P.S. I don't think the AI takeover is imminent...)

ChatGPT prompt: write a blog post for

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Thursday, November 24, 2022


Mrs. Dalai was the love of my life, and I had the great honor of sharing the past 36 years with her. I will miss her more than I can possibly describe.

She was often a contradiction in terms. She could be shy, she could be brash. She was retiring, she was outgoing. She felt the presence of God, but she didn’t much like dealing with religion. She was easy to love, and she could be hard to love. But we loved her anyway.

Mrs. Dalai and I met on a blind date in 1986. For me, it was love at first sight. For her, it took a little longer. She didn’t know what to do with me. She kept telling me to go away, and I kept coming back. Ultimately, she figured it out. We were married in 1987, not even a year later. It wasn’t a perfect marriage but sometimes we came very close. We had our problems, I guess everyone does, but in the end, they melted into the trivialities they truly were, and we looked forward with great anticipation to our shared future. These were supposed to be our golden years. We had envisioned traveling to the ends of the earth together as long as we were able to do so. That dream was cut short, but at least we managed to visit some unusual places while we were able.

My wife lived for her family. Dr. Dolly and Dalai, Jr, always know that she loved you with all her heart, she was fiercely loyal to you, and wanted nothing but the best for you. She was thrilled to see you both thrive and prosper in your chosen professions. (That all goes for Dr. Dolly's husband.)  She was very grateful for your making trip after trip to our little town in the Deep South, and particularly for bringing her grandson Dalai III to see her so she could get to know him at least a little bit. The last time she smiled was when Dr. Dolly brought the little guy to see her a few weeks ago. 

She and I were not perfect parents. We made mistakes, lots of them, but our love for you, her love for you was never in doubt. Always remember that. She wanted to be heard, by you, and by me for that matter, and to have us validate her feelings. Sometimes we didn’t hear her as well as we could have. But we all tried. 

She loved her extended family. She was devoted to her parents, although her relationship with them was sometimes stormy. Still, as time went on they reached a level of understanding and comfort, and I think she was able to evolve, grow, and blossom under their guidance.
To her brother... you and she might not have been close as most think of it. You didn’t talk very often over the years. But you shared an unspoken bond. There was no doubt that you would be there for each other. And you were. She loved you dearly, never doubt that. And to her sister-in-law, she loved you like the sister she never had. And you were always there for her as well. 

Mrs. Dalai truly loved animals. Not just her beloved pups, but all animals. Well, except for snakes. In our travels, we were able to view wildlife in ways that most have never experienced. Birds in the Galapagos Islands, polar bears in Greenland, and her favorite, whales and sea lions and penguins in Antarctica, even snakes in Costa Rica. She would have taken them all home. Except for the snakes. 

When it came to people, she was trusting, sometimes too much so. She went out of her way to avoid hurting others and often had trouble with the most minor slight from her friends whether intentional or not. But she was quick to forgive. That was the only way she could handle such things. “They didn’t mean it,” she would say. And she would be upset with me for wanting to protect her. 

She was strong-willed; maybe stubborn is a more appropriate description. That, along with love and prayer, might explain how she survived so long after stopping her chemotherapy. Even when the narcotics dulled her mind, her determination was obvious. If she wanted to get out of bed, she would darn well get out of that bed. If she didn’t want to take her medications, she would spit them out. If she wanted to telephone someone, call them she did. Some of you received some of those barely-coherent calls. The core of her being wanted to reach out to you, even if the details were scrambled. 

I feel compelled to state the obvious. Cigarettes took her from us.  Like her father, she simply could not quit, despite my begging, bargaining, and cajoling and that of her family and friends. We finally learned to live with this horrible habit, as she made it clear that there was no other choice. But she was quick to tell anyone who would listen not to ever start. When she was diagnosed with lung cancer, I asked her point blank if there was anything I could have done to get her to quit. NO. NOTHING. 

We have all suffered tremendously knowing that she made the conscious decision to stop her cancer treatments. It is so easy to feel that she didn’t love us enough to quit smoking or to continue chemotherapy. It’s easy to feel that she gave up on us and on herself. That isn’t fair. I don’t think she could think beyond the horrible side-effects of her chemotherapy, even though it was working, and could have given her more time with us. Maybe. We’ll never know.

Her course after stopping therapy was not what she expected. She thought she would simply fade away, peacefully and quietly. But there was incredible pain, requiring narcotics around the clock to alleviate it. The medications stole most of her personality, as well as her dignity. Surprisingly, or maybe not so much so, she was never really afraid of death. She became weaker and weaker, her connection with reality became more and more tenuous. Her appetite waned. She started wandering and falling. I didn’t react well to her decline. I got frustrated and even angry with her. I guess deep down I thought I could wake her from her reverie if I just spoke loud enough. It didn’t work. The person we loved was only barely there. Until she wasn’t.

Losing her cuts off the chance to make amends, to forgive and seek forgiveness. We remember the good times, but it would be foolish to say that she was perfect, because none of us are. I think ultimately she would forgive us for the transgressions we might think about now, real and imagined. That is who she was. Trust me. Even the deepest injuries could be forgotten. Sometimes the worst of these took a while to heal, but heal they did. She just wanted us to hear her, to validate her feelings. 

Perhaps that's how to best remember her. If she could have verbalized it, she would simply want us to try to hear each other. This was a revelation that has to be lived to be understood. Maybe that’s what she taught me in her last few days on this Earth. Yelling as loud as you can doesn’t guarantee that you will be heard.  Understanding can only happen if we are capable of listening. 

Mrs. Dalai wasn’t perfect, nor are we. Let that be her legacy to all of us. Today, as we lay her to rest, the only thing to remember is the love she felt for us and the love we felt for her. And remember her with love. Her 66 years went by in the blink of an eye. In another brief instant, I’ll be joining her here. I have no doubt that Hank Williams (who is buried nearby) will serenade us when that time comes, and we’ll dance together once again. 

Monday, November 01, 2021

Requiem for a PACS

Just a funny little epilog from the retired guy. I may be gone, but I hear things. Sometimes those things are real and not in my head.

It seems that the old place has, after a VERY long time, dropped Agfa PACS in favor of...

(Drumroll please...)

Philips PACS, formerly known as Carestream. One site had been using the "new" Agility/Enterprise/7.0 Agfa version and the other was still with 6.x. Apparently the powers that be found neither worthy of continuation. Agfa wasn't even in the top three selections for replacement.

The king is dead. Long live the king. 

Saturday, September 04, 2021


I sometimes like to open my posts with a joke. But not this time. There isn't a joke for this.

Mrs. Dalai has cancer.

How's that for a kick in the ass? 

I am neither vain nor arrogant enough to think that I could write the ultimate treatise on dealing with a loved one's cancer. There are any number of engaging stories out there on Caring Bridge and the like. You don't want to read a tear-jerker anyway, nor do you want to endure every last boring and/or gory detail. Mrs. Dalai would be very upset with me if I shared all that. Hell, she's probably going to be upset with me for writing this at all. She is a very private person, and does not like any of her personal details floating out there in cyberspace.  Unlike me, of course. What I can deliver is a sort of gestalt, a seat-of-the-pants level series of vignettes, of observations, of feelings. Perhaps a few do's and don'ts for friends of those going through such things. In other words, I'm going to start typing and we'll see what comes out. As usual. 

So...Where to start? 

Mrs. Dalai had upper respiratory symptoms periodically throughout the Fall of last year. Naturally, we worried about COVID-19, but we weren't as petrified over the possibility as her then-internist, who wouldn't let her in the door without a negative COVID test. And another one. And ANOTHER one. And even then, he referred her to the ER rather than risk her coming in the office. As you might guess, he is no longer her internist.

We did finally get an imaging study, over a month after her symptoms began. I was standing in front of the modality monitor as it was acquired, and watched, paralyzed, as the wrenching turn in our lives was painted on the screen in all its grayscale horror. The tech, not grasping what he was seeing, pointed to the obvious and said, "Gee, what's that?" I didn't answer.

That was the beginning of an odyssey of visits to local clinics and hospitals, and a trip to one of the many Meccas out there. (A different Mecca insisted she come in person in the height of COVID-19 to be assessed, even though her pathology and imaging reports would tell the whole story. We didn't go there.)  She went on to have chemo, radiation, several operations, two on an emergent basis, and was hospitalized for an entire month. Being on staff, I was allowed to stay with Mrs. Dalai 24/7, and I did. Aside from the two nights she spent in the Recovery Room, and two nights where I was able to hire a sitter, I was with her almost every moment. I do believe I deserve the Honorary Inpatient Award if there is such a thing. It would probably consist of my name etched onto a well-used bedpan. In red crayon. 

Some observations from the wards:

Our hospitals had rolled out a very well-known EMR in the months before our sojourn. Not surprisingly, it was an unmitigated disaster. Order sets had been copied and pasted from elsewhere, and nobody knew nothin' about how the damn thing worked. Medications were at best delayed, and probably some were never given. Had I not been there, the wrong meds would have been administered on more than one occasion. Because EMR. 

I don't know how other places do it, but here, the nurses all have their own full-sized computer on Mini-Cooper sized-carts. I guess no one in IT has heard of a laptop or a tablet. Because the EMR rules all, the nurses cannot do anything for their patients without the mammoth computer cart and so they push the monstrosities ahead of them when the enter the room. Thus, the room becomes quickly overcrowded, and the halls themselves are partially blocked by other Mini-Coopers hovering about, waiting their turn. At least they are easy to parallel-park. There has to be a better way to do this. Google Glass, maybe? Nah, too high-tech...

With a few notable exceptions, the nurses were spectacular. But they were stretched to the limit due to hiring freezes and staff reductions. Many told us they often went home in tears when their shift was over, and quite a few were planning on leaving. That is, those who were not already travellers. Funny how this staffing issue never strikes the C-Suite, nor do salary cuts. 

Up to half of the nurses were not vaccinated. By their own choice. On the Oncology floor. I'll just leave that here for now. 

We had a problem with one of the nurses' stations. It seems that around 3AM, many of the nurses and others dedicated to the welfare of their patients (or not) got bored, and they would have some very LOUD conversations. Since Mrs. Dalai's room was quite close to said station, we would be awakened by the din outside. AT 3AM. I finally had a chat with the Charge Nurse after a few nights of this. She offered to move us to a room down the hall, away from the racket. I responded in my best a$$hole doctor voice (yes, I have one, which I rarely use), "No, thank you, but you WILL be letting everyone know that making noise at 3AM is interfering with patient care and it is not going to happen again." It didn't.  

Administration managed to get in the way of healing as well. My daughter, Dr. Dolly, just had our first grandchild, Dalai III, and we thought seeing him might cheer up Mrs. Dalai. So after receiving clearance from the oncologist (who examined the hospital's newly-revised visitation policy and found it supposedly welcoming) Dolly and her husband tossed their two-week old baby in the frunk of the Tesla (you don't really believe that, do you?) and drove the 12 hours down here to the Deep South. Once in the hospital, they were immediately turned in by do-gooder Nurse Karen on the Oncology Ward who suffered from the vapors and fainted on her divan, clutching her pearls on the way down, at the sight of a...a....BABY ON THE WARD!!!! In the days of COVID!!!!! Now you have to understand, Dr. Dolly got the vaccine while pregnant and actually wrote some of the national policy that guides such behavior. The kid was fine, and was not in any danger whatsoever. But the skittish, prissy nurse at the desk had alerted Administration to this horrific breach, and within 10 minutes, Nurse Ratched, Administrator of Pain, I mean Administrator of the Day, arrived at the door. "NO BABIES! IT'S AGAINST POLICY!!!!!" she said with the thin smile you see on people who love to wield power and torture small animals. We protested, explaining the obvious situation. But no. POLICY!!!! doncha know? Nurse Ratched even told my daughter that she should be "home healing" rather than visiting her mom. You can imagine how that went over with Dr. Dolly (who is an ObGYN herself).  Funny how Nurse Ratched didn't direct her indignation at her colleagues who had yet to get the COVID-19 vaccine. 

Someday I'll get around to informing the C-Suite of this fine inspiration of health and demonstration of compassion. It might have made a positive difference in Mrs. Dalai's outlook had she been able to hold III a little longer. But...POLICY. As I have found over the years with HIPAA, tortuous, self-serving IT security rules, and other similar things, COVID-19, or any other crisis, can on occasion be used rather nefariously to protect those who either want to avoid doing their job, or wish to dominate others around them. As you know from my previous missives, I cannot stand either mentality. Particularly when the health of my loved ones is impacted.

In the same vein (vain? vane?)...If you were managing a hospital, would you put the Oncology ward across the hall from the COVID ward? I wouldn't. 'Nuff said.


I got really sick of cafeteria food (some of which was occasionally available in the Doctor's Lounge...loved the Oreo chocolate pudding parfaits!) Subway had a sad little outpost within the hospital walls, and that helped, but there are only so many permutations of their ingredients, which I mostly exhausted after a week or so. I did use delivery now and then, but frankly, I wasn't all that hungry, and Mrs. Dalai's taste changed minute by minute. The nurses let me get my own bedding from the Clean Linen room, and I became very adept at making up the couch into a relatively comfortable bed. I became known as the one doctor in the hospital who would help them make the patient's bed. I got good at that, too. 

There's more, of course, but I've probably already overstepped my bounds on certain issues. So sorry. I'm usually known for my restraint. Just ask certain PACS vendors. 

Let me say a few words to those who are supporting a friend or relative with cancer, or really, any other serious malady, and supporting the patient's caregiver(s) as well. I should preface this by emphasizing that every situation is different. Each patient and each family member or caregiver has very individual wants and needs. What I say about me might not apply to someone else.

Most of our friends have asked repeatedly, "What can we do to help?" The honest answer is often that I don't know. I am more grateful for these offers than you could ever imagine, and I hope my friends don't take offense when I can't really respond. Cook something? Sure...wish I could have specified what would taste good when nothing struck Mrs. Dalai as the least bit appetizing. Come visit? She didn't want people seeing her at her worst. And so on. So I began to simply respond, truthfully, that what we really needed most was everyone's prayers. She has been the beneficiary of an amazing outpouring of good wishes and is on prayer-lists that literally span the globe. Yes, I do believe in the power of prayer. Very much so. If you also believe, please take a second and say a prayer for her. If you don't, do it anyway. 

The concern was at times overwhelming, and this is where I might offer some advice. There were days while she was in the hospital that I spent an hour texting the daily "Mrs. Dalai Report" to the dozens of people asking about her. In fact, she sometimes looked over at me pecking away on Messenger and asked, "Are you on that damn phone AGAIN?" "Yes, dear, but for a good cause..." At first, I would try to individualize the text, but I later resigned myself to copying and pasting. On one particularly stressful day, I got lazy and sent a group text in a manner Apple assured me would not reveal the recipients to each other (it did anyway) and I accidentally pasted in the more detailed medical version rather than the streamlined USA Today-level prose. No big deal, but I learned my lesson. Back to copying and pasting.

Oh, yes, the essence, don't let your anxieties get the best of you. Which is a nice way of saying, don't call or text too often (like multiple times per day) and don't freak out if you don't hear something in some particular time-frame. If I was late with the daily report, several people would text (or call) fearing that something bad (worse?) had happened. But that only delays communications further. Rather like the ER phoning to ask why you haven't read Mrs. Jones' scan and in the process keeping you from reading it. I know they all meant well (except for the ER) and the concern is again much appreciated. But...

Believe it or not, there can be a negative side to caring. We have several acquaintances (I won't call them friends) who MUST KNOW every last gory detail of what's going on. And then they MUST SHARE these details with everyone else in their coven, I mean circle. I liken this to a bunch of kids trading baseball cards. ("I'll swap you Mr. McGillicuddy's splenectomy for Mrs. Smith's gallstones...") At the extreme, someone continuously texted me with a barrage of increasingly granular inquiries and then capped it off with the statement, "I have SO MANY questions!!!" I'm sorry, but that goes beyond caring and enters the realm of prying and even nagging. Please just allow me to give out the facts I think are needed, and let it go at that; in other words, have mercy on me and Mrs. Dalai. I did my best to keep these people happy and at arm's length, but it wasn't easy.  We actually tried to hide the news from several such folk, attempting to keep Mrs. Dalai from becoming the topic of conversation around our little town, but of course that didn't work. I had occasion to discuss this with the hospital chaplain one day, and he analyzed it in this manner:  "These people are very needy in their own way. They need your tragedy to feel better about themselves. Don't feed them, particularly while you and Mrs. Dalai are in genuine need yourselves." Spot on, Padre. Spot on. 

And although I assume the best intentions, I don't need to hear about Cousin Schmuly, the best oncologist ever to grace the halls of some Mecca whom just everyone in the family consults for every funny looking freckle.  We have a wonderful team of physicians here and we trust them 100%. And no, I'm not one of them. I do my best to avoid looking at her studies at all. I've still got PTSD from the slow-reveal of the initial image. 

I can think of two questions that were asked, one innocently, one not so much, that should NEVER be uttered in these circumstance. The innocent question is one you might be surprised to learn has the unintended potential to deeply wound, and that is simply, "What is her prognosis?" That is a question one should NOT ask. EVER. Unlike the medical shows on television, there are no hard and fast answers. We can quote the odds, or the chances, or whatever, but remember, statistics do not apply to the individual. (Mrs. Dalai's oncologist actually went so far as to warn us against looking at those numbers.) Every day is another day, every day is precious, and we all take this journey through life one day at a time. We are not cartons of milk, only God can see the expiration dates stamped on our foreheads. 

The other question, which was asked maybe innocently and maybe not by an acquaintance who in her late 70's is still quite concerned with body image was, "How much weight have you lost from Chemo?" Fortunately that question was posed in a phone call, and I wasn't on the line. Had I been, I would have jumped straight through the ether and throttled the other party. How vain and superficial can you get? Don't answer that...

In spite of all the love and support we have received, there is some degree of loneliness inherent in having a chronic illness. Mrs. Dalai often does not feel well enough to go out, but that's happening less and less. Still, she can feel a bit isolated. Hey, would any of you want to be locked up with me when you aren't feeling well? Or even if you ARE feeling well? Blessings to our friends who put up with our periodic cancellations of plans and such. 

I think people often don't know how to be around someone with cancer, or other chronic illness. That one's easy. Just be yourself, let them be themselves. They are the same person they always were. They might be more fatigued, perhaps more irritable if they are experiencing pain. But they are still the person you know and love. 

I wish I had something profound with which to end this little treatise. I really don't. How about "Cancer is bad!"? Does that work? Not really. How about the more optimistic "They are making great strides in treatment!"? That's a little better. And it's true. But the word "cancer" will always evoke feelings of dread in all of us. I'll never, ever, EVER get used to Mrs. Dalai's nonchalant tone when she says, "I have cancer," or something similar. It's a dagger through my heart. Every. Single. Time. 

This is a long haul, for me and for her, but what was inevitably fatal when I was a medical student back in the days of stone knives and bearskins is no longer so. There are no guarantees, but for many, cancer can be cured, or at least kept at bay for a very long time.  It seems that we don't use the word "cure" so much; rather, the favored term these days is Complete Remission, or CR. Please keep Mrs. Dalai in your prayers with that in mind. 

And if you smoke, stop. Right now. Today. NOW. Please. Oh, and take the damn COVID-19 vaccine TODAY if you haven't yet done so. Do it. Don't argue, don't quote any bullshit you've heard on Facebook or some other cesspool. JUST GET THE DAMN VACCINE NOW. We've had ours (and she's had the booster), with zero ill-effects. Please get it, not for yourself, but for the others you might save by not transmitting the virus. There are a lot of immune-compromised folks out there who will thank you. Starting with Mrs. Dalai. 

Thursday, April 01, 2021

April Fool’s Day

Long story. I don’t have anything funny to say at the moment. Aside from the birth of my first grandchild last month, 2021 has made 2020 look like the most wonderful year ever.  

Stay well, my friends. I’ll get back to writing eventually when things are calm and contracts don’t restrict.  

In the meantime, if you smoke, quit.  NOW. You Can Do It!

Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Incompetence, Incompetents, and Incontinence

I clearly have neglected my poor blog. There have been very few new posts in the past year. I'll chalk it up to some patois of melancholy, sloth, feeling stuck in Purgatory, SARS-CoV-2 (mainly the fear of it...we have remained free of illness, thank Heavens!), and maybe a touch of writer's block. But even in its tepid twilight of quasi-existence, people do still read my various random thoughts. I know because I continue to track such things. 

It has come to my attention that an old post from over a year ago has taken the fancy of some IT folk:

In fact, word has reached me that they were not amused. "Dalai is calling us INCOMPETENT!!!" they were heard to say. 

Well, as Oscar Wilde once remarked, "There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about." I suppose that applies to me as much as my new friends. But let's have a look at this.

I've scanned the post over and over, and nary a mention do I find of the word "incompetent" or any variation thereof. Nothing of the sort. Nada. Bupkiss. I did say, and I quote myself: 

"IT has not a clue as to Radiology workflow, not to mention mission criticality."
"BECAUSE THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT WE DO OR HOW WE DO IT but they make decisions about our workflow anyway."

See? No mention of incompetence, or incompetents, whatsoever. Or even incontinence

What I AM saying is that there is a fundamental disconnect, which sadly, my blog has not been able to repair over its 15-year existence. As per Dalai's First Law ("The PACS IS The Radiology Department") we are no better than our machinery. To see the examinations we are here to interpret, the PACS has to work. And it's deeper than that. My time in Africa has taught me that we are incredibly dependent upon infrastructure, not just for the PACS to work, but for all the other stuff as well. It's a real problem when, for example, the power goes out several times per day. Computers and scanners do not thrive in that environment. What if you can't get a part for your CT because Customs won't let it out of holding because, well, just because? Or the security guy at the airport wants you to open a Molybdenum generator? All the way open. (Yes, that really happened. No, it didn't get opened.)

The situation discussed in the original post shows not incompetence, but perhaps ignorance, and I mean that in the nice way. (I could have said arrogance, but I didn't.)  The best-case scenario is that IT doesn't grasp that being without the integrated transcription, and having to dial-in on EVERY SINGLE REPORT over four hours is a huge impediment to patient-care, and patient care is the thing we are ALL here to provide. And we all need each other's help to make that happen. 

An analogy might be in order. Suppose I'm the Chief Electrician for the Enterprise (no, not that one), and I find that there is some wiring in the data-center that is in need of routine maintenance. I could say, "Sorry, boys and girls, gotta do this NOW and take down half your servers during the busiest time of the day, but here's an extension cord so you can keep some of them running..."  OR, I could say, "Sorry, boys and girls, we have this wiring upgrade that must be done soon. How can we work together to make this happen with the least impact upon patient-care?"

This isn't rocket-science, folks. It's simple common sense and us all trying to be good team-players with the goal of helping our real "customers," the patients. 

I think we are all competent enough to do that.