Dr Christine O’Malley

The simple cause of the housing and hospital crises

The worst solution for the trolley crisis came from an engineer. “Remove all trolleys,” he said. That will force the system to respond with efficiencies. It was around the time former Minister  for Health Mary Harney declared a national emergency, because almost 500 people were waiting for a ward bed. Since then, beds have closed.…

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When being a doctor doesn’t make choosing easier

The dotMD conference led me to some personal reflection I missed the first day of dotMD. Instead, I drove two hours in the opposite direction to a funeral. Just 24 hours after a death, hundreds of us were summoned by phone, text and RIP.ie to sympathise with the family by an open coffin. I was…

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A step closer to justice for the women of Ireland

Relief rather than surprise was my dominant feeling after reading the new Scally report “Nothing would surprise me,” Dr Gabriel Scally said, “I’m absolutely amazed at some of the things that I’ve found.” In forthright language, Dr Scally explained that both Quest Diagnostics and CPL/MedLab had outsourced slides from Irish women, without informing the HSE.…

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An annual meeting worth cherishing

Dr Christine O’Malley gives a personal account of the IMO AGM 2019 in Killarney Once again, CEO Susan [Clyne] and the IMO team gave us a wonderful AGM. Usually, they organise glorious sunshine too; this year Storm Hannah swept in. But the Europe Hotel, spiritual home of the IMO AGM, kept us safe as we…

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What do you want to be?

Dr Christine O’Malley recounts the difficult experience of deciding upon a medical specialty and when she knew geriatrics was for her It’s odd that people are so prescriptive about the “right” personality for doctors. Medicine is a broad church;there’s room for everyone. I left school in the Dark Ages, before the CAO. I was offered…

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Skill should trump personality when choosing your doctor

Dr Christine O’Malley says the most important factor in choosing a consultant is how good they are at their job, even if their personality might rub patients up the wrong way “Please choose a consultant for me.” My ophthalmologist said I needed to see a retinal surgeon about my complex eye problems. She named specialists…

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The reality behind nursing numbers

Call to double IBD nurses in health service

Dr Christine O’Malley Dr Christine O’Malley challenges the view that the Irishhealth sector employs too many nurses Ireland has more nurses than France.” It was 10 or more years ago, and I was asked for a comment on whether Ireland has an excess of nurses. I don’t remember what I said, but I didn’t think…

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The importance of the Hidden Curriculum

A teacher was giving out over a cup of coffee. She asked her class to do their maths homework in a copy book. Next day, a mum said her child was tired so she told him to do it in the workbook instead. “What’s wrong with that?”

My friend sighed. Parents don’t realise the task isn’t just about arithmetic. She wanted the children to organise themselves, assemble pencils and ruler, draw lines.

Aha! I get it. It’s the magic of good teaching.

When I told this story to some teachers, one said: “We call it ‘the Hidden Curriculum’.” It was just after the Dromineer Literary Festival and the Committee was celebrating a very successful event.

It was also the weekend of the Rural Doctors Conference; in between poetry and prose, I had given a talk. Now I was pondering the unexplainable qualities of general practice. People understand surgery, but they haven’t a clue what physicians and medical wards do. As for general practice, I know there’s some magic between patient and GP that allows most people to be treated without a hospital.

It’s the Hidden Curriculum.

In preparation for the GP conference, I dug out my box of old health service reports. It’s important to realise, no-one reads reports; media stories may be based only on a press release. So it was interesting to have a look back and delightful to have the distraction of literature.

At the Festival, there were debates between writers – Julian Gough, John Connell, Ruth Padel, and John Banville. Later in the bar, there were debates about health. A poet (from a medical family) said: “Didn’t it all go wrong with Mary Harney?”

That’s when the health strategy – more beds, more staff – was abandoned. Instead we got the health reform programme: The Brennan, Prospectus and Hanly reports.

Prospectus gave us the HSE.

The Brennan Report says that clinical independence of consultants is a budgetary problem. No mention of patients or quality; controlling consultants is a cost issue. So the new consultant contract obliges consultants to obey corporate policy.

I didn’t sign it. Doctors need clinical freedom to act for their patients.

The Hanly Report, supposedly about doctors working hours, is actually about centralisation into large hospitals. In the Mid-West we were told that Limerick inpatients would become day cases, so the wards in Ennis and Nenagh wouldn’t be needed.

That didn’t work. Our patients are treated on trolleys instead.

It was the end of the magic of small hospitals. Our Hidden Curriculum was that, while treating the primary illness, we fixed as many problems as possible. Tests were done, consults with other teams and all in a short time. My job was to assemble information and make decisions, get the patient sorted.

No more; only the primary illness is treated now.

On discharge, the patient goes on multiple waiting lists for tests and clinics. Often it’s not clear whose job it is to put it all together afterwards. So the GP chases results and clinic appointments, trying to make sense of the jigsaw of information. It’s the GP who makes the hospital system work for patients.

Looking at the reports, there’s been a decade of flip-flop policy on private patients. Co-located private hospitals meant apartheid between public and private patients. Under universal health insurance, everyone’s private; now with Sláintecare, they’re all public.

The Sláintecare Report is also very keen on something called “integrated care”. I puzzled over it for a while. Then I got it! Integrated care actually means fragmented care, even more than it is now.

Instead of admission to hospital with pneumonia, the patient will get antibiotics and physiotherapy, x-rays and scans all done from home. Apparently, it’ll be just like hospital care, because somehow it will be “integrated”. It’s the latest cure for the trolley problem.

It doesn’t say who’ll do the “integrating”, so presumably it’ll be the GPs. That means patients will need free GP care and a new contract will have to control and direct the work of GPs.

But it seems to me that clinical independence is what makes general practice work and I reckon having paying customers is an important part of that freedom.

Anyway, if GPs are doing hospital work, they can’t do the work we can’t see, the Hidden Curriculum. The magic will be lost. And that’s not good for patients.

Back at the festival, it’s a beautiful autumn day out on Lough Derg. We’re on a boat, listening to readings about hammering through ice to go lake swimming.

I let the tangle of thoughts in my head float away across the water.

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Getting to the heart of the Scally report

Dr Gabriel Scally has done a great and kind service to the women caught up in the CervicalCheck crisis. He personally listened to their stories and he has highlighted the excruciating experience of many women when they were finally given full information by their doctors.

The patient advocates spoke too: Vicky, Stephen, Emma, Lorraine. Despite the painful stories we were hearing, I was struck that they also focussed on the issue of quality in cervical screening.

As the harrowing details of meetings between patients and doctors emerged, I wondered if I could be that doctor. Could I use those hurtful words?

Such meetings are extremely difficult for the patient and family, but also for the doctor. The women are distressed, confused and, of course, angry.

What about the doctors? There’s no formal response from doctors, neither those that did it unkindly, nor those who acted with grace and compassion.

This is how it seems to me.

I’ve had meetings with families, perhaps after the death of a loved one, and it is emotionally exhausting. If I do a good job, if it goes well, both sides benefit.

If I make a mistake, if I say something wrong, I can poison the relationship forever. The family may lose trust in me, the hospital, and healthcare generally. Afterwards, I wonder how I could have said such words; I can’t forgive myself. 

The CervicalCheck meetings were rushed because the story was out in the media. Some 220 patients and families had to be told that perhaps cancer could have been diagnosed sooner, based on an audit of their tests. There was no preparation for sudden disclosure of distressing information. No guidance or training for the doctors. No counsellors to support the women.

From media reports, it seems some doctors had to do more than one meeting; I can’t imagine doing that. It’s all an unlikely basis for grace and compassion.

Maybe the doctors were angry too.

After all, the doctors were not responsible for delays in diagnosis. And the botched ‘audit’ was done by CervicalCheck, not the doctors.

I don’t know why it was called an ‘audit’ because it’s not. There were no stated standards, no summary statistics, no cycle of change and re-audit.

In 2014, CervicalCheck (not doctors) decided to do a look-back at cytology slides of some (not all) women who were diagnosed with cancer over the years. When the slides were reviewed, there was a new interpretation in over 200 cases.

Doctors were not told. The labs knew: From the report there were heated debates in some cases. We have not been told which labs reported the original slides or how often the diagnosis changed dramatically.

CervicalCheck held this information for a year, then decided to send it to doctors. Which doctor? They picked the last doctor recorded on their system, whether relevant to the patient or not.

Appendix 3 reproduces the letter sent in Vicky Phelan’s case. It’s very peculiar. It’s not from the Clinical Director, it’s from an administrator. It does not say there is cause for concern.

The letter says to file the information in the patient’s record. Okay.

It says if the review is different to the original result, consult with the original pathologist to assess the relevance. That’s weird. CervicalCheck did the review and had already communicated with the labs.

The letter then says: “If open disclosure is indicated in this case, please follow the local hospital guidelines.” According to the report, the doctor was also sent a three-page document about the pros and cons of disclosure, which more or less advised non-disclosure.

I should mention it’s increasingly common to receive confused communication like this from health bureaucracies. You can spend your time fighting to try and make sense of it all, or you can file it away and go see the next patient.

My view: CervicalCheck did the ‘audit’ and had all the information. They should have alerted the patients. The doctors could then appropriately have carried out the disclosure meetings. A lot of chaos and distress could have been avoided.

But failure to disclose audit findings is not the same as failure to diagnose cancer.

The report raises many issues. The companies were chosen largely on price not quality. The labs all have different processes; they appear to have different results.

So why not tell us which labs reported the 220 problem slides? The report confirms that cervical smears were outsourced (legally) to labs across the US. Apparently Irish lab staff knew the companies were doing that.

Ten years ago, when Irish tests were first sent to America, I knew one of the US companies had a lab in Mexico. And I heard an Irish manager with that company was travelling to Mexico once a fortnight.

Irish cervical smears have been sent to Orlando, Las Vegas and Honolulu. Why not Mexico!

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Once a doctor…

Like buses, life events come in threes.

I had a significant birthday this year. Since then, if I can’t remember a word or a name, I presume my mind is going. Overnight one end of life looks much nearer. I’m beginning to understand the elderly patient who was afraid of dying and begged her daughter to come with her. The exit is closer and more real.

Then a friend commented acerbically that he was in his 80th year so I kept quiet.

I’m officially retired too. That makes me feel really old. Still, after a year without pay, it’s nice to get a payslip again. No, I won’t be getting the back money owed to consultants – I stayed on the old contract.

Retirement is odd. I don’t know who I am anymore. Medical life is so intense, all-absorbing, overwhelming. It takes over everything and then it’s gone.

I miss the patients and their relatives. I miss the family of Nenagh Hospital staff and being part of a small centre of excellence.

I don’t miss the whittling away of services needed for ill patients. I don’t miss the increasingly centralised bureaucracy.

One of the most surreal moments was watching two senior managers debate how to replace a specialist nurse. The post and budget were already agreed. Nurses had expressed interest in the temporary post. My colleagues spent 15 minutes trying to find a way through the bureaucracy to make it happen. They failed.

When I first came to Nenagh, we didn’t have specialist nurses. But Matron (who happened to be a man) could fill a vacant post. Now there are Managers and Nurse Managers, but they have less authority.

As for the HSE at national level, I don’t understand the structures at all. I wonder who does.

Of course, I’m much too young to retire. It’s just that my eyesight isn’t up to the job anymore. I’m very short-sighted, minus 20 in both eyes, with retinal distortions. When I became long-sighted as well, it was a struggle to read quickly under pressure. The final straw was having urgent surgery for a macular hole; I can’t read with that eye.

Maybe I could have coped in the old system. Life on the wards was orderly and efficient. Patient safety started with the doctor and nurse knowing each case well, often over several years. In the new regime, patients move from hospital to hospital to find a bed; nurses change from ward to ward. It can be hard to know a patient’s name, whatever about a detailed clinical history.

A patient may be stabilised in University Hospital Limerick, then transfer to Nenagh accompanied by an inch of photocopied records. The results are on two laboratory IT systems, one each for UL and Nenagh, and two x-ray IT systems. Reconciling medication is difficult when you don’t know if a drug was omitted by accident or on purpose. Within a hospital it’s easier to ask someone.

Some people think the answer is electronic records, but often the real problem is too much unprioritised information. Hospital medicine is fast-moving and we use a lot of verbal information. It’s the quickest way to assemble complex data in order to make decisions or take action. The written record follows afterwards and is not necessarily complete.

I’ve always regarded it as part of my job to check details in order to catch potential errors. Unfortunately, when patients move a lot, there is so much more to check. I got slower and slower and I got scared.

 A colleague in a similar situation said the solution is to develop central neuropathy and peripheral neuropathy and continue.

The third life event is coming up: A letter from the Medical Council reminds me I haven’t paid my registration fee. I’ve almost, nearly decided not to. It feels like a bereavement. Being a doctor has been part of me for so long.

The problem is Continuing Medical Education (CME). I’m attending conferences and reading. I’ve been told I’m meeting the requirements. But I get addled when faced with forms and anyway, how can I do an audit? I don’t even know if CME is different for my sick leave. I’m so pathetic, I don’t deserve to be on the Medical Register.

I’m still Dr O’Malley or Dr Christine to a lot of people. People continue to ask for advice, or expect me to attend to a seriously injured neighbour in a dark field.

Feeling old? Get over it. Retired? Now that Annie is happy in Cardiff I wonder what I’ll do this winter.

But whether on or off the Medical Register, there’s no such thing as an ex-doctor.

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