The Power of You

As a doctor, I know that my field of medicine is both glorious and simultaneously fallible. We don’t understand everything about the bodies that our souls carry around, and that can be humbling to us. At the same time we understand a lot. Certainly we know a lot more than we used to, and we are continually studying and trying to learn more.

I sit in exam rooms with patients and families, eager to partner. I spend my life reading and learning and thinking and re-thinking how to communicate what I find out with my patients. I listen and encourage and explain. I tell about how diet affects our insides. Our sleep, energy, attention span and our bones, our heart, our skin, and our mind. I explain about fiber and about how bacteria in your gut eats the fiber to make your own Ozempic – for free! I explain about processed food and upset stomachs and calcium in oranges and protein in potatoes. I explain about endorphins from exercise, and blood pressure lowering from meditation. I write “prescriptions” for outdoor time, positive social connections, and decreased electronic interactions. ALL of these recommendations have powerful health effects, are cheap and affordable, and-this is the best part-are given and taken by YOU. You don’t need me as the doctor, or the pharmacist, or insurance, or the surgeon general of the United States. You just need you. You have all the power.

Because I will always be honest with you, I will tell you what happens most of the time I give these recommendations. My enthusiasm is met with a half smile and nod and a request for the pill medication.

I happily believe in medicine, Jolly Hearts. I am a big fan of modern medicine. Birth control and immunizations are responsible for saving more lives than the best trauma surgeon. Antibiotics are amazing. And who even thought of a machine that uses magnets to look inside the body?? (The MRI) We should all welcome modern medicine.

But we should never step out of our own power. We own our body. We get but one body for our precious soul. It is the job of us to nourish it, connect it, rest it, and move it with love and intention. (The six pillars of Lifestyle Medicine)

Jolly Heart, I want to share with you the doctors’ best kept secret. We want you to know who has the most power over your health. It’s not us. It’s YOU!

I don’t know where my field of medicine is headed in the next few years. But I do know that I, as a doctor, will continue to learn, read, speak, and encourage everyone I meet toward good health. I know who I serve and I know who is in charge: It’s you. It’s us.

What I Eat Monday: November 18, 2024

With cooler mornings I’ve been loving starting my day off with oatmeal with chopped apples and cinnamon. Sometimes I add chopped prunes or raisins for a little extra sweetness and grab an orange for calcium and vitamin C to ward of all the viruses of the season

For lunch at work I threw a handful of green leafy spinach in a Tupperware and then added my “Mac and Cheese” with some hot sauce. I made a big pot of this plant- based Mac and Cheese over the weekend. I use penne pasta made from chick peas for a protein boost. I boil this with some fresh kale from the garden and green peas (more protein from this legume we all think of as a vegetable). I love the amount of leafy greens in this lunch. These dark greens release nitric oxide and help lower blood pressure and so I eat them everyday. For the “cheese” sauce I soak some cashews for a few hours in water and then blend them in a blender with nutritional yeast, soy milk, garlic, onion powder, paprika, turmeric and a jalapeño pepper.

I also had a side of walnuts for omega-3s and the rest of my apple I didn’t put in my morning oatmeal.

For a snack I had hot cinnamon tea and some oatmeal cookies. These are a fun no bake cookie that involve using the food processor to blend up oats, dates, raisins, cinnamon, flax seed, and almond butter and then forming into balls and keeping in the freezer. Yum! I curled up on the couch to finish my book for book club with this snack beside me.

For dinner my husband cooked me his pumpkin curry! This is his top secret recipe. I was amazed as a newlywed when he took our uncarved Halloween pumpkin and halved it, de-seeded it, and roasted it in a hot oven. I guess pumpkins are just big squashes! He uses the roasted pumpkin for our Thanksgiving pumpkin pie each year and keeps chunks of cooked pumpkin in the freezer so that we can enjoy this dish all year. He uses coconut milk, black beans, curry and other spices, and tops with cilantro. We serve it over rice and it is delicious!

Happy plant eating, Jolly Hearts!

Thanksgiving

The leaves are falling, mornings are cooler, and travel plans are being made. It’s November! And that means Thanksgiving.

This will be my second Thanksgiving after changing my diet to a whole food plant based, and this year I am pulling out recipes and planning all sorts of great tasting feast dishes. But, last year, I remember Thanksgiving looming like the great “test” or the big hurdle to cross over. A lot of my joy of the season was sucked away as I worried about the food. Would I need to turn into the weird relative that insisted we all eat a tofu dish shaped into a turkey? Because that sounded horrible.

I decided that if I wanted turkey, or anything else, on that day, I would eat it. This way of life isn’t about feeling deprived! It’s about abundance and enjoying. I decided that I would try a new plant based recipe as a side dish: roasted acorn squash filled with chickpeas and wild rice with a tahini dressing drizzled on top. You can find the recipe I used here:

I also made fresh cranberries, roasted brussel sprouts tossed with a whole grain and apple cider dressing, and mashed potatoes from cauliflower. This year I plan to add this apple pie:

https://nutritionstudies.org/recipes/dessert/apple-pie-that-wont-make-you-die/

As it turns out I was totally unprepared for one fact: I didn’t want to eat the turkey. After 6 months of eating whole food plant based, and enjoying an abundance of great food and feeling great, I had prepared for the day by saying to myself that I “deserved” some turkey on this national holiday. So I sat at the Thanksgiving table conflicted. I had a plate full of delicious squash and rice and beans and potatoes and cranberries, brussel sprouts and rolls. But as I looked at the platter of deliciously well-prepared turkey headed my way, and it surprisingly didn’t look as good as I remembered. In fact, it looked like it would hurt my stomach. The cook did an expert job, and so I am not referring to the cook when I say what my tastebuds relayed to my brain. It looked dead and greasy as opposed to alive and flavorful.

In the end I skipped the turkey and I don’t think anyone noticed. I enjoyed a feast of sides and realized that Thanksgiving probably had always been about the sides anyway.

And I practiced the rest of the lifestyle medicine prescriptions. I walked outside, I sought out positive social connections, I let unreasonable expectations and all the associated stress, go up to the universe, and I sipped on some tea and counted my blessings under the stars after the last dish had been done and the last guest bid goodnight.

The result was a Thanksgiving to remember; one where I really gave thanks for the people around me, the time together, and the feast of delicious food in abundance.

Cholesterol Checks and Ukuleles

Wednesday was a day full of caring for health in obvious and usual ways and in ways that might not be fully appreciated.

In the morning I went to the doctor for my annual check up. We discussed “being healthy” in the way of traditional health system medicine. This is important involvement and commitment to my health. I did my annual screening blood work, checked weight and blood pressure, and discussed needed preventative tests and vaccines. The great news included that my cholesterol continues to fall, my blood pressure remains normal, my weight is marginally lower than last year, and most importantly I have sustained the 25lb loss for a year’s time. Committing to a whole-good plant based diet and the other pillars of Lifestyle Medicine is paying off big time. I was struck again by how cheap this “treatment” has been for me. It has saved me money in medications and follow-up doctor visits, been low cost to implement, and payed big dividends.

Also great news is that this is *not* the year that I will need to put on my big girl pants and get a Shingles shot or a colonoscopy. But when those things come due I have committed to my doctor that I will do them.

This is what we traditionally think about when we think of “health care”. It is doctors offices and blood work, vaccines and colonoscopies. It is critical to health. But it is an incomplete prescription for health

Wednesday evening I went to the first meeting of “The Highland Ukuleles” offered through my church. I had never played-or even held in my hands-a Ukulele. But, I was intrigued by a small instrument that seemed designed to sing out joy into the world. I contacted the leader of the group who enthusiastically encouraged me to come. She was able to offer a ukulele that I could use because someone had donated two ukuleles to the church for just this purpose.

So I showed up. I was handed a ukulele and some sheet music showing me how to place my fingers to produce the correct chords, and I took my place among a group of people ranging from beginners to the experienced. I learned the C chord and happily strummed it when indicated as we practiced. I sang songs ranging from “If You’re Happy and You Know It” to “Jingle Bells” to “If You’re Lonesome Tonight” by Elvis. It was joyful and fun and I could feel my heart singing with the community laughter, and my brain growing in connections as I started to teach my fingers new ways to be useful.

The two events of Wednesday were equally important to my health in complimentary ways. Health is more than the important blood work and screening exams. Full health can be fun, and should be fun. Research studies, Blue Zones, and my experience all support this truth. Good health is made by, and for, joyful living and connection with others.

So I have been practicing my ukulele nightly and have learned three new chords as my husband listens to me sing out “Amazing Grace” and “You are My Sunshine” from the couch each night. And in a few years time I’ll get my colonoscopy; although a temporary dragon tattoo on one bottom cheek is something I’m considering for the occasion. Because, Jolly Hearts, joy and connection are just as important as removing polyps. These elixirs for health are free and can be brought into any day by our choosing…and perhaps aided with a ukulele in hand.

Practicing Lifestyle Medicine-October 23rd, 2024

I’m back from vacation! I took the six pillars of Lifestyle Medicine with me on vacation, but it’s time to get back into the regular home routine!

  1. Sleep- over my to bed at time to get my 7 hours.
  2. Stress Reduction- Morning Prayer time with coffee and a 5 minute meditation at the Y after exercising.
  3. Physical Movement- A run on the treadmill and some Tabatha’s for strength training
  4. Positive Social Connection- I spent some time with the husband since he was off on a post-call day and met some friends for coffee.
  5. Avoidance of Risky Substances- i don’t drink or smoke, but also for today I avoid added sugar. Just for today.
  6. A Whole Food Plant Based Diet- Meals are pictured below. Missing from the pictures is my snack of hot tea with my black bean brownie-Yum!

And that’s how I practice Lifestyle Medicine -the 6 pillars-just for today!

The Work of the Divine

Twenty years ago I had gotten married, moved 500 miles from my family, and had a baby. I was doing my medical training, working 100 hours a week, and experiencing the isolation that comes with being a new mom, who, as a pediatrician, was supposed to have all the right answers, while realizing that she had none.

In the middle of this time my mom’s voice came through the phone line, “Grandpa is asking about Will’s baptism. When is it?”

My grandpa and I shared a special bond and love for each other. He freely shared his wisdom that he had picked up and tucked in his pocket through the years. And I, not deafened by the natural defiance that comes with listening to parental advice, could hear him.

He was an active church member. He lived as such, and let his life speak for itself. We never directly discussed God. In hindsight, I can see that words were rarely needed because God existed and lived in the space between us. He made sure of it.

So, in that love, in that space, I called a church near our house and asked about a baptism. We met with the minister who suggested a baptism during a Sunday morning service. We assured him that we just needed a small room, on maybe a Wednesday night, just for the family and grandpa. I remember the twinkle in that preacher’s eye when he explained that the entire congregation would take responsibility for helping us to raise our son to know God. The church was part of the ceremony. I consented reluctantly, but it was a busy time and we just needed a baptism. For grandpa.

That minister retired a few years later. He had been a great orator and wise leader of that congregation for decades. We occasionally came to that church again at Christmas, but otherwise. happily went about our business of career and family with the self-reliance of youth.

But, all the while, the divine kept its arms around us. My grandpa passed away, but we moved down the street and there were neighbors on either side that went to that church. There was a retired minister two doors down whose wife brought us pound cake to welcome us. There was the nearby Baptist church preschool that we enrolled our boys just because it was close, and the Cub Scout troop at the Methodist church just because it was nearby also. There were friends found in kindergarten whose mom was the assistant minister at the church. And so while we were not actually going to church, the church had encircled us in the world. We did not talk of God with these various people, but as with grandpa, He lived and thrived in the space in between. They made sure of it.

What I know now, that I didn’t know then, was that a life of self reliance is actually a myth of the headstrong. And so one day, years later, when that lie of self-reliance came crashing down in a final triumphant clang, I looked up and recognized those people and that force that had been reaching in, reaching out, holding us. I saw love that filled the space in between us and held us together. and it was the truth. I finally said, “I understand now, grandpa. I get it.” I hoped he could still hear me, even as I felt him smile back.

Today I belong to that church and hopefully contribute in positive ways. My kids joined the youth group and we cleaned up after many Wednesday night fellowship meals. I have seen many babies baptized and promised with others to help those parents and families raise their kids to know God, just as they did for me.

Today, the minister who baptized our first child returned to give a sermon. I could not wait to see him again. After the service, I went up to thank him, for the powerful gift he gave us, and he smiled and nodded…and had no memory of it whatsoever. As I held his hand again-after 20 years- I felt the Divine smile in the space in between us as it whispered, “Look, I am doing a new thing.”

The Bands that Pull

Her partner held the stretchy band across her waist and pulled from behind while she tried to run forward. She would do maximum effort for 45seconds and then the class instructor would tell them to switch. As she ran she felt the pull of the band pulling her back. Her body got tired of trying to stretch it forward and her mind started to see that she was not going anywhere. She felt her will giving away and she decided she would just allow herself to be pulled to the floor, when the instructor said, “Switch!”

“You are too pretty to be a doctor. You should be a nurse!” The band pulled at her just as she started to run. She had seemingly come out of the womb with grit and strength and bossiness that would later develop into standing at the foot of the bed of limp and blue child and commanding the dance of an emergency department resuscitation team. But that was 20 years of training and experience in the future. She was just starting out with energy abound, but felt the pull of the band slow her run ever so slightly. “Maybe he was right,” became a seed that she tried to bury and ignore. But those seeds still seem to grow; especially if they are weeds.

“Why do you need a promotion? Your husband is a rich anesthesiologist!” The band, growing tighter and tighter over a decade, grew tighter still. She was tired and worn as she held her promotion packet that contained evidence of doctoral degrees and research theses and publications, educational lectures, and international medical experience. A portfolio she had willed and worked into being despite never being thought of or asked into opportunity. She looked at it resigned. Maybe it wasn’t enough. Maybe she didn’t belong at the next table. Truth be told, she was nearly exhausted from the pull and wasn’t sure how much she cared anymore. Why was she running? She just wanted to let her guard down, to laugh, to not feel alone.

“Get out of my office! How dare you demand to be included! Get out now!!” She stood rooted to the floor in fear. The band was pulled so tight she was going to fall. She had grown tired of not being seen and done her best self-advocacy. But now she was physically scared as the senior colleague rose up to his full height and yelled in her face. She didn’t fall largely from the fear and the adrenaline. But the band snapped. She could not run against the pull anymore. She quit.

She started her new life that was what the world expected. She became who they all thought she should be, and the pull lessened. She rested and slept and played in her garden. She slept some more and took long walks outside and made herself eat nutritious food. She laughed and felt the sun. It was good to be free from the pull.

“We get shit done.” She was stronger and older and found herself in a leadership development meeting where her test answers had placed her in a small group with the ones labeled with a “commanding leadership” style. She looked at the all male towering crowd from her small frame and knew her people as she spoke up. These were the people who knew her insides. They were the helpers that without much decoration of pomp or words, ran into hard missions and led others through. When she looked at them, she saw herself more clearly than she perhaps had ever seen herself.

That day she saw that she was strong and capable, fierce and protective, and most importantly, she had been born exactly that way for purpose. She had simply gotten too tired from the band. The band that other people had placed and pulled around her. The band that she had broken. The band that she never had to accept back. Switch.

Rested and ready she looked at the future and then up to the sky with a smile. “Let’s go,” she said. “We are free.“

 

Taking My Medicine on Days Like These

Some times life hands you sunny days and peaceful times. Ahhh…those are so nice. *sigh*.

Other times, like today, life hands you clouds and hurricanes, political intensity, young adult college applications, mid life hormones, and work meetings on zoom.

It is days like these that I purposefully lean into the six pillars of Lifestyle Medicine. It is more than tempting to set them aside and pull the blankets over my head, but in my experience I never feel better laying around going down The Weather Channel rabbit hole. In the old days I might just pull out the wine and try to handle life from a nice fog, but I discovered that life is always still there waiting for me.

So ESPECIALLY on hard days I treat this like real medicine in a pill. I have six prescriptions that I need to take today to stay healthy. The prescription never asks if I *feel* like taking it. It only tells me I need to take it.

This is what this looks like today for me:

  1. Physical Movement: The world seems to be cancelled for a hurricane. Local school is cancelled and we are all racing to charge our devices and make our coffee before the power goes out. But, for now, the YMCA is open. So, it seems anti-hunker-down-worry-mode-mentality, but I go to my 545 HIIT class. I take my medicine
  2. Nutrition: I drink water and make myself a whole-foods-plant-based breakfast of grape-nuts and blueberries and bananas. I have mentally already planned and prepped my lunch and dinner even if the power is out. Tragedy and bad weather make me want sweatpants and Oreos, but this morning I will do as prescribed.
  3. Stress Management: I got up and did my prayer time as usual and took time to do 5 minutes of meditation after my exercise, my prayers and meditation were scattered as my mind jumped around with all the work meetings and clinic schedules needing to be down today in the midst of power and travel unknowns. It wasn’t my best effort, but I did as prescribed to the best of my ability.
  4. Restorative Sleep: Last night (and tonight) I put down my phone before bed. I read a fiction book to give my mind a rest and let my eyes get tired. I reminded myself that tomorrow will still be there tomorrow and I can set it down for tonight. It’s doctors orders as I picture myself setting it on the shelf by my bed.
  5. Social Connection: I will reach out to those with personal connections to the areas hardest hit, and to my neighbors. I will be of service if I can, and use my voice and my actions to communicate and remember that we are all here together on this wild ride of life. It might be unpredictable but we don’t need to, and in fact can’t, do it alone. It’s a prescription to plug in to life, not just the power outlet.
  6. Avoidance of Risky Substances: Today I will not drink the storm away or engage in mindless scrolling. I will make a plan for the day that includes rest and things enjoyable, and walk through the plan to keep my own mind from getting lost and looking in the wrong places for peace and rest. My mind needs this medicine on days like today

I don’t know what today will hold, but I do know that you and I can do it together, and living out Life’s Medicine means we can be the strongest and most resilient selves to show up.

What I Eat Monday: September 23rd 2024

It started usual and ended fun!

Breakfast was the usual Grape Nuts Cereal with Soymilk with blueberries and a banana

Lunch was curried lentils that I had left over with some geeens and roasted veggies and garden cherry tomatoes with a sprinkle of hot sauce

Snack was simple edamame and grapes

But then for dinner I made an easy weeknight dinner; Costa Rican black beans and potatoes. You just dice up some onion and garlic and saute in a little vegetable broth until translucent. Then just open cans and throw in a can of sliced potatoes, a can of diced tomatoes with green chilis, and a can of rinsed black beans. Add 1/2c water and a TBSP tomato paste and a teaspoon of cumin and simmer 10-15 minutes till thickened. Stir in 4-6 handfuls of spinach and some fresh cilantro and dinner is ready! I like to serve this over rice, but it goes well with whole-grain crusty bread also. Leftovers can be wrapped in a corn tortilla for lunch.

Then came a completely no-sugar added dessert!

I noticed the over ripe bananas this morning and so I peeled them and put them in the freezer. Then tonight I blended the frozen bananas with 1/4c plant milk and a splash of vanilla. If you keep blending, they turn into nice cream. I made my black bean brownies (only sweetened with dates) and ate warm brownies with cold nice cream tonight after dinner!

Happy Plant Eating 😁


*For Brownie recipe see my blog post from Sept 9 What-I-Eat-Monday at thejollyheart.com

A New American Health Plan

I am a physician who was raised and trained in the traditional medical system of my time. As medical students and resident doctors, we learned about diseases, drugs, and procedures.  We perfected how to take a history from our patients using open-ended questions that still pointed to the pertinent positives, and how to do a physical exam to allow our patient’s body to speak to us in a different language.  We enthusiastically learned to look and listen to any body fluid or X-ray image we could reasonably obtain for more clues.   This is traditional medicine from the point of view of a medical doctorate.

But there were more critical, if not more oblique, lessons. With the long hours and even longer nights, we learned to be service-oriented leaders.  The body became a great mystery to solve, the mind even more mysterious, and while none of us ever found the soul in the gross anatomy lab, we learned quickly at the bedside that the soul was there somewhere.  We could, after all, feel it leave the body as we learned how to say, “Time of death: 1739.”   None of us will ever forget the room and the faces that looked back at us the first time we uttered these words.

I carried all these lessons with me as I sat in a meeting of administrative leaders who were part of our large and corporate health system. We were  welcoming our new heart failure specialist. I stared at a PowerPoint slide with a pyramid shape used to describe how this new heart failure center of excellence would serve patients.  At the base of the pyramid were the patients who had mild symptoms of heart dysfunction and only needed a few drugs to take to manage their symptoms.  The pyramid climbedupward with increasing levels of medical intervention until you reached the pinnacle of the LVAD or left ventricular assist device.  This device is implanted into your heart and pumps your blood around your body for you because your heart can no longer do the job.  A miracle of modern medicine for those of us who felt like we had lost a war each time we pronounced “time of death”, and a great source of revenue for those who cared about the bottom-line of an extensive health system

After over 25 years in medicine, I have seen this change happening in the background.  It has changed from a ministry- a ministry that doctors are still taught- to a profit-oriented business.  Physicians like me still practice the ministry of the body, mind, and soul at the bedside with pride, but now, there is a force hovering thickly around us that does not see it the same way.  Instead, some others started to see us as the widget makers on an assembly line.  We were told to work harder and faster and be more amicable for those good reviews to maximize billing and revenue.  We physicians all shrugged and let a lot of it run in one ear and out the other or swatted it away like an annoying mosquito because when we were with our patients, it was still a ministry to us.  Alone and face to face with our patients, practicing our calling, the rest seemed to be paperwork by very peripheral people.  

But that day, in that boardroom, I stared at the pyramid of increasing medical interventions and saw the patients.  I saw the money coming out of their pockets, their graying skin, and their short breaths as they tried with increasing futility to get the oxygen to walk a few steps.  I saw their grown children with worry on their faces and the renovated homes with hospital beds on the first floor because climbing stairs was an impossibility.    I saw this pyramid for what it was, and I wondered, “How can I possibly keep myself and everyone I love as far away from the pyramid as possible?”  In a modern day healthcare system, health has already been lost when you step in the door.

It became clear to me in that singular moment, that our healthcare system did a very important, job of treating disease.  Treating disease lends itself to business.  But caring for health is not a good business in this model.  Healthy people do not use drugs or procedures or need LVADs.    We who are physicians can tell you that while it will never be profitable in the way of a corporate business spreadsheet, it is an integral part of our heart’s calling.  It is our ministry.

This is the story of the seed that was planted that day in my mind. A seed that I wanted to nurture and feed and grow into a new kind of American healthcare system that would, at its best, minimize the need for disease treatment as much as possible. I stood 25 years ago in a still clean and starched white coat with my hand raised up and promised to “first, do no harm” to you; my life’s calling.