The incomprehensible can occur in a moment. Something unexpected, let alone unimaginable, happens, reminding all of us that all we ever have is the moment we are in. Reminding all of us how precious that moment we live in truly is. Reminding all of us that we are a heartbeat away from eternity.
There are no words or thoughts that provide comfort or bring an explanation to the inevitable question of “why?” There is no answer. There is only the reality that is faced in dealing with senseless loss, a life ended too soon, a lifetime of remembrances never formed.
Today is National Doctors Day. As I noted in a previous blog post, this celebration was started humbly in 1933 by the wife of a Georgia doctor. Nearly 60 years later President George H. W. Bush signed Proclamation 6253 establishing National Doctors Day to recognize physicians for “their leadership in the prevention and treatment of illness and injury…”
There are many celebrations of other professions, causes and holidays. So why single out doctors?
Our individual professional success is greatly dependent on the many people who assist and partner with us along the way. To arrange our days, to keep us on track, and to serve to make us more effective in what we do. To represent us and to cheerlead for us. To make us far better than we can be when left to our own devices.
My great fortune is to have had Pat Pillon as my right hand. No one has had a greater impact on my ability to get things done during my HFH career.
Pat Pillon (front row, fifth left) is pictured with her husband and colleagues at her retirement party.
In this edition of Doc in the D, Henry Ford Hospital doctors, nurses and staff share their vision of the future of medicine as Henry Ford Hospital embarks on the next 100 years of patient care and service to the community. Thank you for being a part of it!
In this edition of Doc in the D, I am reflective as I celebrate my sixth anniversary as Henry Ford Hospital’s President and CEO. We have accomplished so much and I’m proud of what our team does every single day to provide superior medical care for our patients. Learn more about what we’ve done recently in the video below.
Every Monday through Friday at 10 a.m. we conduct a Safety Huddle at Henry Ford Hospital. One of the first things we do at the meeting is to give shoutouts, a collective praise given to team members who have gone over and beyond the usual.
This is my shoutout to the Safety Huddle.
Henry Ford Hospital conducts a daily Safety Huddle to report problems and identify solutions, and to share information.
The Safety Huddle is conducted to get problems reported and identified for correction. Some components are recurrent, such as looking at sentinel events, healthcare associated infections, patient satisfaction rounds, borders in the emergency department, beds available or anticipated, or femoral lines that are presently in patients. Others are episodic. An event, equipment breakdown, parking problem, you name it. Each part of the house is methodically asked to report issues or levels of activity, like occupancy in the newborn nursery or numbers of ventilators being used.
When I was watching the media coverage of the 15th Anniversary of 9/11, I was struck by the significantly different perceptions about the time that has passed since that tragic day. When speaking to several of my friends, many remarked how long ago 9/11 seems and how time has passed to the point, this day of infamy was a distant memory.
But when hearing from those who had been directly affected by the event, those who had lost loved ones, or personally were at Ground Zero, they all commented how it seemed “just like yesterday” and that time seemed to have stopped since that fateful day.
So you want some recommendations about books to read, but you’re not interested in the business books that I recommended in a prior blog?
I hear you and thought I would keep some of the books in the realm of medicine and health care. I may eventually provide you with a list of my casual reading. But I’m afraid this might provide too much insight into my psyche than I am comfortable to reveal.
I had the pleasure of volunteering at the recent United States Amateur Golf Championship conducted at the venerable Oakland Hills Country Club in Bloomfield Hills, Mich. This championship, one of the oldest in the country, brought together 318 of the top amateur golfers in the world. Players came from 28 countries. The arduous 36-hole qualifying section lead to a field of 64 golfers, who played “mano a mano” matches for a week until a champion was crowned on Sunday, Aug. 21. The champion was Curtis Luck from Perth, Australia. A truly great player.