Zauner was 25 when her mother was diagnosed with an aggressive, late-stage, mid-life cancer. Zauner was a rebellious child, resentful of Umma’s version of tough love. Growing up the lone Asian student in her Oregon community, she felt both othered at school and an outsider among her mother’s Seoul relatives when she visited them each summer. Just as she was beginning to appreciate her Korean heritage and understand her mother’s love, she learned about Umma’s diagnosis.   

The first half of the memoir exuberantly brings to life scenes from Zauner’s childhood and her brief post-college years as a musician in New York City. Surprisingly, without hesitation, she paused her makeshift career and flew west to care intensively for her mother. Attempting to heroically save Umma, Zauner zealously learned to prepare the native foods they shared. “I would radiate joy and positivity,” Zauner pledged. “I would learn to cook for her—all the things she loved to eat, and I would single-handedly keep her from withering away” (69). Her optimistic culinary efforts produce a poetry of exacting descriptions of the flavors and textures and preparation of those foods. It’s grimly ironic that the chemotherapy her mother endured wiped out her ability to taste or digest Zauner’s loving offerings of health.  

The second half turns from living with Umma to living without her. Wishing to sustain her bond with her mother as Zauner grieved, she continued preparing her Korean family’s recipes. Walking down H Mart’s redolent aisles released “waves” of sorrow that mark the enduring ebb and flow of her grief. Unsuccessful with conventional therapy, she found cooking the best form of self-care: “Every dish I cooked exhumed a memory. Every scent and taste brought me back for a moment to an unravaged home. Knife-cut noodles in chicken broth took me back to lunch at Myeong Dong Gyoja . . . The kalguksu so dense from the rich beef stock and starchy noodles it was nearly gelatinous. My mother ordering more and more refills of their famously garlic-heavy kimchi” (212-213). An image of abundance in the midst of loss.

Zauner’s detailed descriptions of cooking and consuming invite readers to her table, reminding us—as previous celebrated writers have—of the power of the senses to evoke memory and the power of food to strengthen human bonds. Food also powers Zauner’s self-understanding and the unexpected transformational love for her mother: “The culture we shared was active, effervescent in my gut and in my genes, and I had to seize it, foster it so it did not die in me . . . If I could not be with my mother, I would be her” (223-224).  

Zauner’s writing is itself active and effervescent. Through her grief, she holds a steady, unflinching gaze on cancer and death. As she writes candidly about her family, Zauner is critically reflective about her own life. Her writerly achievement is the immediacy of her felt experiences, her grief and her joys made palpable. “Let me feel this,” she courageously writes, dismissing her Korean family’s admonitions to withhold tears (202). An unforgettable image of the process of loving transformation that Zauner experienced unfolds in her description of making the Korean staple kimchee. It is a slow, exacting process of fermenting cabbage that at first strikes her as “controlled death” because “[l]eft alone, a head of cabbage molds and decomposes. It becomes rotten, inedible. But when brined and stored, the course of its decay is altered. Sugars are broken down to produce lactic acid, which protects it from spoiling. Carbon dioxide is released and the brine acidifies. It ages. Its color and texture transmute. It exists in time and transforms. So it is not quite controlled death, because it enjoys a new life altogether” (223). 

As if miraculously, a few years after Umma died, Zauner’s itinerant music career took on a new life. The band she has fronted, Japanese Breakfast, recorded the album Psychopop with a song she wrote about her mother, “In Heaven.” Then they toured the U.S. and South Korea. Although her mother was skeptical about a musical career, Zauner imagined that Umma would be “glad that I had finally found a place where I belonged” (233). 

Crying in H Mart: A Memoir
Michelle Zauner

Publisher Alfred A Knopf
Place Published New York
Edition 2021
Page Count 239

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Most chapters are titled after a medical condition (exceptions are “Hubris” and “Melodrama”). Some of the headings are familiar – Trauma, Infarct, Aneurysm, Meningioma. Other chapter titles flaunt delicious medical terminology that mingles the mysterious and the poetic with nomenclature such as Angor animi, Neurotmesis, Photopsia, and Anaesthesia dolorosa.

Included are riveting accounts of both mundane and seemingly miraculous patient outcomes. One success story involves a pregnant woman losing her sight due to a brain tumor that compresses the optic nerves. Her vision is restored with an operation performed by the author. Her baby is born healthy too. But tales of failure and loss – malignant glioblastomas that are invulnerable to any treatment, operative calamities including bleeding of the brain, paralysis, and stroke – are tragically common. The author describes his humanitarian work in the Ukraine. He admits his aggravation with hospital bureaucracy and is frequently frustrated by England’s National Health Service.

Sometimes the shoe falls on the other foot, and the doctor learns what it is to be a patient. He suffers a retinal detachment. He falls down some stairs and fractures his leg. His mother succumbs to metastatic breast cancer. His three month old son requires surgery for a benign brain tumor.

As his career winds down, the author grows increasingly philosophical. He acknowledges his diminishing professional detachment, his fading fear of failure, and his less-hardened self. He becomes a sort of vessel for patients to empty their misery into. He is cognizant of the painful privilege it is to be a doctor.

The title of Do No Harm is spot-on. After all, this commandment is a crucial caution to all doctors. And for neurosurgeon Marsh, it signifies the restraint he must exercise in his medical decision-making. His approach to the doctor-patient relationship features a gentle medical paternalism that incorporates plenty of honesty and kindness. He writes about his struggle (and occasional clumsiness) with breaking bad news.

His professional life is portrayed as paradoxical – constant anxiety and contagious confidence, phases of futility and strings of inspiring operative accomplishments. The gift of forgiveness, how uncertainty tortures doctors, and the process of dying are significant topics for Marsh. In the last few decades, there has been a proliferation of medical memoirs. Do No Harm rises above them all. The book informs doctors that it’s okay to be vulnerable and fallible, as long as they are also compassionate, truthful, and caring. 

Primary Source Do No Harm: Stories of Life, Death, and Brain Surgery 
Publisher Thomas Dunne Books/St. Martin’s Press 
Place Published New York 
Edition 2015 
Page Count 288 

A previous version of this review was published in the NYU Literature, Arts, and Medicine Database.   
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At age nine, first misdiagnosed and finally identified as having facial bone cancer (Ewing’s sarcoma), Lucy underwent several surgeries and more than two years of intensive chemotherapy and radiation treatments. Pain and nausea, anxiety and fear of more pain and nausea were only part of the ordeal. The young Lucy became aware of what it is to be severely, chronically ill. Her sisters behaved differently toward her: they were polite. “Suddenly I understood the term visiting. I was in one place, they were in another, and they were only pausing.” Even her father felt uncomfortable at her hospital bedside, and Lucy was relieved that he came infrequently.

But being at home was worse: in the hospital the other patients and the staff expected little from her and she felt no guilt or shame; amidst her family, she blamed herself for the tension, arguments over money, and her mother’s depression, even though these elements had existed prior to her illness. Her hair fell out and she became dimly aware that people were staring at her face. Nevertheless, “I . . . was naturally adept at protecting myself from the hurt of their insults and felt a vague superiority . . . . “

Well enough to return to school, Lucy’s disfigured face drew taunts from classmates; she understood finally that she was perceived as ugly and that she would not be loved. Only on Halloween, when she could mask her face, did she feel free and joyful, unconcerned about her appearance, “normal.” Her moods now alternated between despair, determination, and escapism. She became convinced that only facial reconstruction and a restored appearance would make life bearable.

During years of reconstructive surgery Lucy evolved complex rationalizations to give meaning to her suffering. Two anchors had stabilized her existence throughout the misery: a passionate adolescent love of horses, and an adult love of poetry. Eventually outward appearance and inner life became harmonious. “The journey back to my face was a long one.”

Unfortunately, Lucy’s story does not end here. At age 39 she committed suicide. Soon after, her close friend, writer Ann Patchett, wrote a book about their friendship, Truth & Beauty: A Friendship, published in 2003 (HarperPerennial).

Lucy Grealy Interview in 1994 (20 Min.)

Autobiography of a Face
Lucy Grealy
Houghton Mifflin 1994 Boston: 256 pages

1995 Whiting Award Winner in Nonfiction , Poetry: https://www.whiting.org/awards/winners/lucy-grealy
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Frimbo is an admirable erudite, reminiscent of Sherlock Holmes, while the “closed room” scenario with a handful of characters evokes Agatha Christie. The writing is accessible, the rendering of Harlem accents remarkable, and the accurate references to state-of-the art forensic medicine, using anatomy and chemistry, are engaging. The conversations between Archer and Frimbo explore the nature of science, faith, and psychology. 

Some passages contain philosophical observations: ‘Pure faith in anything is mysticism. Our very faith in reason is a kind of mysticism’ (p. 214).  
 
Fisher was an African-American physician-author whose clever novel contains only African-American characters, including the physician and the detective. Specialized in radiology, he lived most of his life in Harlem, but he had studied medicine at Howard University. The author of many short stories and plays, he was also a gifted musician and composer. He at died at the age of 37 from an abdominal cancer attributed to his work with X-Rays.   

The Conjure-Man Dies: A Mystery Tale of Dark Harlem
Rudolph Fisher  

Miscellaneous Original edition 1932  
Publisher University of Michigan Press 
Place Published Ann Arbor MI 
Edition 1992 
Page Count 316 

A previous version of this review was published in the NYU Literature, Arts, and Medicine Database.   
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The collection opens with a poem, “Dedication” (p.1), dedicating the poems that follow to those “dear friends” who share, and so understand, the sufferings of ongoing illness. The implication is that healthy people cannot, yet, truly enter that world and, in fact, “fear” those who must live there. Yet Silver’s poems are a way into that universe. Tender and fierce, the poems in this collection seem to arise fully formed from the deepest part of Silver’s existence. The poems in section I present us with the harsh realities of illness and the anticipation of loss. In the acknowledgements, (p.72), the author notes that the poems in this section are “in honor of my sisters with inflammatory and advanced breast cancer.” In “Advent, First Frost,” she likens that “feathered prophecy” to “a bowl of frozen tears” (p.6) and in “Stage IV,” she writes that she is “taboo, now,” that she and others use words that once embarrassed them, “courage, prayer, miracle.” Even so, she is aware that “Our passports have been stamped– / our wrists and collar bones have been marked” (p.7). In a lovely prose poem on page 11, she writes in memory of her friend, Susan: “Ulysses will sail the storms till he dies. And so, my dear ones, will we” (p.11), combining, as she often does, the reality of approaching death with hope, dignity, and strength. In “Leaving the Hospital” (p.23) and “On a Line from Virginia Woolf’s Diary,” Silver celebrates the return, even if temporary, to life: “And the day takes my body back simply, / the way a mother dresses her child” (p.14). For me, the most moving poem in this section is the title poem, “I Watched You Disappear” (p. 22-23). It is a litany of regret, loss, anger, and pain, related not in poetic images but in plain and deeply human language: “I hate spring, its prettiness. / Your heart kept beating. Why didn’t it just stop?” 

Section II consists of seven, short one-stanza poems based on images from Grimms’ fairy tales. It seems that the first two lines of each poem serve as metaphorical statements about the realities of advanced breast cancer. “Owl Maiden” begins “No transformation’s instant. / Her hair fell out first, replaced by quills” (p.29). “Strawberries in Snow” begins “Belief comes easily to the ill. / Miracles fall from their lips like gems” (p.31). And “The Flowered Skull” offers these opening lines: “The magician finds them, young or old, / mothers, maidens–to him–no matter–” (p.34). The final poem in this section is a tale told to her son, Noah. In “The Hazel Tree,” Silver is the mother who “died and grew into a tree,” “each nut a word she’d grown to tell her son / now that her speaking human voice was gone” (p.35).  

In Section III, she turns, as she did in her first collection, to poems about her family. She visits again the (actual) doors of her life (“Doors” p.39), expresses regret at being impatient with her son, “Ubi Caritas Deus Ibi Est” (p.41), and in other poems examines moments of her family life, especially those shared with her son, father, sister, and husband. This section’s poems rarely mention illness, yet as they share family stories, they hint at the inevitability of loss. The final poem in this section, “Sea Glass,” ends with lines that could be applied as well to the way poems might be born from the wages of a life: “Something salvaged, sunlit, / gem-like. Something saved / from the grinding into grit” (p.55).  

Section IV, like section II, contains only seven poems, three of them commentaries on paintings and, through those commentaries, observations on illness and suffering as well. “Late Renoir” speaks of how the artist painted to “smudge away doubt” and to submerge “the mutilations of war, his dead wife, / the black he banished from his palette” (p.59). The long poem “Valentine Gode-Darel (1873-1915)” is a reflection on the five paintings by Ferdinand Hodler that captured his lover’s sickness, decline, and death (p.60). “Portraits in the Country,” (page 63), offers a glimpse into the poet’s resignation and acceptance of death, a mindset supported by her faith in both the human and the holy: “But I will not rush to put down my sash. / Instead, I will turn the leaf of my book. See with what gentle gravity God / lets it hover, in balance, then fall to its side.” The book’s last poem, “The Firebird,” suggests that words, especially poems, might hold truths that sound louder than the approach of death: “The bell ringing in your throat will drown / out the train’s slow grieving” (p.67). 

These poems are beautifully crafted, often primal, and they touch the deepest reaches of personal illness and the shadow of mortality. Readers who have breast cancer or who have family or friends living with breast cancer, might find these poems difficult to read–others under the same circumstances might find them difficult and yet, at the same time, essential. For me, dealing with the reality of an aggressive breast cancer afflicting someone I love, these poems provide a window into an experience I can only observe from a distance, even if that distance is only an embrace away. These poems provide a portal into the emotions, fears, regrets, and pleas that might be hiding behind a patient’s or a loved one’s exterior of cheerful optimism and determination. We can’t walk the path that a woman with advanced breast cancer is traveling. But these poems help us be companions on the way. 

Miscellaneous 
“Strawberries in Snow” was first published in the Bellevue Literary Review (V12N1).  

Publisher Louisiana State University Press 
Place Published Baton Rouge 
Edition 2014 
Page Count 73 

A previous version of this review was published in the NYU Literature, Arts, and Medicine Database .  
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In her second collection, “I Watched You Disappear” Silver’s poems invited us to accompany her on her journey through treatment, anger, despair, determination, and faith. This third collection (her penultimate) continues the author’s beautifully written illness narrative, again presenting moments of joy and of despair, and always of hope. 

Silver places her title poem, “From Nothing” (pg. 1), before Section I as an epigraph to the entire collection. “Each death I witness makes me more my own,” she writes, and although the poem sees “muscle shredded” and “bone sheared,” the poem’s last lines lift, as do many of Silver’s poems, into hope and faith: “and my molecules will vault, emerging. / From darkening days, the light will surge and flee.” Section I begins with poems of memory–“Summers in Vermont” with her family (pg. 5)–and “Coincidence,” when her sister’s child is born on the same day that Silver holds her breath and presses her “shorn chest” to an X-ray machine (pg. 7). The memories here are of family moments, both the joyful and those tinged with such “darkening days.” In “Luzerne,” she recalls when time was “consigning” her to such darkness, but two things saved her: her son, the poet’s hand touching his “damp blond hair,” and poetry, “offering itself like a pair of velvet shoes” (pg.13). Silver develops the idea of poetry as a special entity, a gift that enables her to walk forward in her journey, in “Raven” (pg. 15). She imagines a raven lifting her, holding her, and then setting her down in her home, where, she says, “dawn drove a pen into my hand.” This sense of urgency and necessity pervades all of Silver’s poems, as if she has been commanded to write her story.  

Section II begins in “Anguish” (pg. 19) a stunning poem about the loss of her first child, a daughter, but the section ends in joy with “After a Favorable PET Scan” (pg. 38). It might be difficult to find another poem by any author that offers such resounding relief and happiness. This poem, especially, speaks to how terrible every test is for those who are suffering, for those whose test results might mean more medication, more surgery, or less time to live. The celebratory release felt by patients when results bring good news must be a special kind of joy: “Oh world, I will give you all my love. / I will race like a child through the fields, / I will chase off the unkindness of ravens. / My words will grow thick as marshes, / sheltering nests in salty steams.” The poems in Section II are some of the most beautiful and moving poems in this collection. See especially “Tenebrae” (pg. 21), a plea for life; “Poise” (pg. 26), a rant against giving in to cancer; “Snow White” (pg. 30), a poem of mourning for self and others; and “Four Prayers for Forgiveness” (pg. 34-35), a poem that turns illness into beauty: “–the scattered lumps in my lungs / become church domes roofed in green mosaics, / my bones’ fissures fill in with grass-green yarn. / . . . I open my eyes and all is golden.” 

Section III seems to present a corrective reaction to the joy expressed in the final poem in Section II. The poems in this last section are short, mostly one stanza, a catalog of things that are broken, cracked, ripped, or chipped. The warning that nothing lasts forever is implied in poems such as “Partings” (pg. 44) and “Woman with a Hole in Her Stocking” (pg. 45), in “Red Never Lasts” (pg. 47) and “Autumn” (pg. 57). Yet, as always in Silver’s poems, the warning is tempered by the beauty of her words and the depth of her insight into what it is to suffer over the course of an illness that has remissions and recurrences, that sees the body changed and relationships altered. In “Ideal Speech” (pg. 58), she writes “Listen to the Holy Ghost. She blows through you, / she blows her poems right through you.” Even when days seem darkest, the ideal speech for Silver is poetry, and she is the “you” through which the Holy Ghost speaks these auricles. In the book’s final poem, “Three Roses” (pg. 59), the author once again works her spell, turning illness into beauty and despair into hope. “Where only my scar line remains, a red rose blooms. / Luscious, full, so open that if it dropped a single petal, / it would not be as lovely as it is this very moment.” And in the poem’s final lines, “Lay her hands on my chest–here, I give it to you. / Feel your palm on my skin heat and spark,” What is the “it” she gives us? I believe that Silver invites us, as Whitman did, to merge with her and to live within her words, which are her flesh, the poems she writes and then gives us to read and ponder.  

Miscellaneous 

In my annotation of Silver’s second collection, “I Watched You Disappear,” I wrote that her poems might be difficult for some to read: “These poems are beautifully crafted, often primal, and they touch the deepest reaches of personal illness and the shadow of mortality. Readers who have breast cancer or who have family or friends living with breast cancer, might find these poems difficult to read–others under the same circumstances might find them difficult and yet, at the same time, essential.” The poems in this collection can be as raw as they are hauntingly beautiful. But, as do her other books, this one again opens to us a world apart, one we cannot enter unless we share this author’s diagnosis and illness trajectory. If we are caregivers or care receivers, if we suffer or we watch loved ones suffer, these poems plunge us into emotions that we ignore at our peril.  

Publisher Louisiana State University Press 
Place Published Baton Rouge 
Edition 2016 
Page Count 65 

A previous version of this review was published in the NYU Literature, Arts, and Medicine Database. 
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Many modern physicians minimize, or are unaware of, a second source of historical medical success: the power of language and ritual to facilitate physical and psychological healing. Assisted by his priests, Aesculapius, the Greek god of medicine, healed the sick through poetry, narrative, and ritual. Even Hippocrates, the father of naturalistic Western medicine, paid tribute to Aesculapius in his famous Oath, and emphasized in many of his case histories the importance of interpersonal and contextual factors in patient care. While the healing power of language and context was rarely explicit in the subsequent history of Western medicine, it finally emerged into consciousness during the last two hundred years, when it was given the name placebo effect. Initially considered a minor aberration in suggestible people, more recently this component of healing has been recognized as an almost universal human facility (or reaction) of varying and sometimes amazing power.  

In this essay I present a case study of a traditional healing ceremony in which the therapy consists entirely of language, especially poetry, and the ritual context in which the language is spoken and chanted. I argue that this is a very powerful example of contextual healing. I then examine our contemporary understanding of the placebo effect, which is also a form of contextual healing, albeit ordinarily much less striking and more “dilute” than the Navajo example. Finally, I comment briefly on some features of healing miracles in the Catholic Church, arguing that these, too, are powerful instances of contextual healing that suggest at their upper limit, so to speak, such mechanisms may actually be able to reverse disease processes, like cancer or neurological impairment. Of course, this outcome is rare, unpredictable, and not at all understood.  

Sarah Mailcarrier and the Night Way 

Dark cloud is at the door. 
The trail out of it is dark cloud. 
The zigzag lightning stands high upon it. 
An offering I make. 
Restore my feet for me. 
Restore my legs for me. 
Restore my body for me. 
Restore my mind for me. 
Restore my voice for me. 
This very day take out your spell for me.  

Happily, I recover. 
Happily my interior becomes cool. 
Happily I go forth. 
My interior feeling cool, may I walk. 
No longer sore, may I walk. 
Impervious to pain, may I walk. 
With lively feelings may I walk. 
As it used to be long ago, may I walk.¹ 

These lines constitute a small segment from one of the poems chanted during the Night Way, a nine-day Navajo healing ceremony. In the early 1970s, Sarah Mailcarrier was the matriarch of an extended family whose camp was at Cornfields in Beautiful Valley near Klagetoh Mesa. A healthy woman well into her 60s, she developed severe lower abdominal pain, vaginal bleeding, poor appetite, and swelling of her legs over a period of two to three months. Her family took her to Fort Defiance Indian Hospital, some 50 miles from home, where she was discovered to be suffering from cancer of the cervix, which had spread widely, blocking lymphatic ducts in her legs and partially obstructing her kidneys. The recommended treatment was palliative radiation at Gallup Indian Medical Center, a larger hospital in Gallup, New Mexico, another 30 miles distant from Cornfields. Sarah and her family declined this option and, instead, consulted a hand trembler, who diagnosed her problem and recommended a Night Way Sing or healing ceremony. The family hired a ha’a’tali or traditional healer who, along with his assistants, conducted the ceremony over nine days and nights at her camp in Cornfields.² 

According to Navajo diagnostic taxonomy, Sarah had fallen out of harmony with the cosmic narrative that defines the proper relationships among the Earth Surface People, the Holy People, and the natural world. This likely was the result of certain traumatic exposures and events in her life. Healing would require restoration of harmony through the chants, rituals, images, and stories that the Holy People had given to the Navajo for just this purpose. The ceremony was successful. Sarah’s symptoms were relieved, her energy restored, her anxiety disappeared, and she continued to function in her role as matriarch for several months until she drifted into a long sleep and died. 

To explore the nature of Sarah’s healing, I have to explain a little more about Navajo medical beliefs. In traditional Navajo thought, all illness represents disharmony, in essence a snag or gap in the interconnectedness that characterizes the dineh (people), the harmonious Navajo Way. While there are many causes of disharmony (e.g. witchcraft, demon possession, soul loss, taboo violation, and traumatic exposure, as with Sarah Mailcarrier), the goal of treatment is always the same—to restore proper harmony at all levels, from within the patient’s own heart, to his or her relationship to the cosmos.  

The ceremonies, which can last up to nine days, require the patient and family to hire an ha’a’tali and his assistants, and to invite friends and clan members to set aside their other responsibilities and participate in songs, dances, prayers, and other rituals appropriate to the ceremony. Sung by the ha’a’tali these are magnificent narrative poems that tell of the creation of the Navajo people, and how all things were originally placed into their proper order. Likewise, in ceremonial dances, men impersonate Yei Be Chai, intermediaries between the Holy People (whom we might call “gods”) and the Earth Surface People (us), and channel their healing power.  

However, the dineh have never rejected Western medicine. Instead, they have integrated Western physicians, clinics, and hospitals into their overall worldview, considering them synergistic with, rather than antagonistic to, traditional ceremonies. The dineh believe that Western health care has simply added a different set of stories and a different network of ceremonies (e.g. clinic visits, x-rays, penicillin shots, arthritis pills) onto their already existing—and far more important—traditional healing practices. The Navajo were quick to observe that bilighani treatments were effective in alleviating outward manifestations, or what we would call symptoms, of disharmony, but they also maintained that such treatments had no influence on the underlying existential disorder. In other words, penicillin shots and arthritis pills are only symptomatic treatments. While bilighani methods could make the fever or rash or cough disappear, at least for a time, the fundamental issue of disharmony would remain. Why me? What does this illness mean in my life? How does this illness reflect my relationship to the cosmos? These questions could only be answered with reference, for example, to the story of Spider Woman, or the Hero Twins, or other narratives of Navajo cosmogony.  

Returning to Sarah Mailcarrier, it appears that by undergoing a Night Way Sing, she experienced a dramatic improvement in her quality of life. From a Western perspective, why might this be the case? First, the lengthy ceremony provided extensive and intense social support, represented by the participation of her extended family and friends, their contributions of time and money³, and overall solidarity. An extensive body of research indicates that high level of social support and prosocial behavior are associated with longer life, less morbidity, less disability, and greater satisfaction. Second, Sings are integral components of religious practice. For a person like Sarah Mailcarrier, religious belief (in the Western sense of the term) and cultural practices were inextricable. Once again, considerable research indicates that frequency and intensity of religious practice is associated with the same positive outcomes. Third, the ritual chants, vivid poetic images, storytelling, sandpainting, and dancing of the Night Way embody a belief system that generates positive expectations—and restores coherence to the patient’s life.⁴  

These components—social support, core beliefs, and positive expectations—all rely on language and communication. Empathy, the human ability to “intuit” what another person is thinking or feeling⁵, is a more basic neurological property than language, but without language humans could not have created the rich symbolic world in which we live. In the 1980s the psychiatrist Donald Sandler distinguished between Navajo symbolic healing, based on an integrated cultural narrative, including symbol and ritual; and scientific healing, which he believed could be clearly distinguished from the latter and which relies solely on specific instrumental effects of drugs, surgery, and so forth.⁶ Like Sandler, today’s physicians are quite willing to make allowances for the beliefs of patients from other cultures, but at the same time they cling to the belief that scientific medicine transcends culture and our effectiveness as healers is solely, or almost solely, explained by the instrumental effects of drugs and procedures. Thus, there is a widespread belief that scientific medicine is, as a system of curing disease, intrinsically culture-free. Antibiotics kill bacteria whether the patient is a middle-class American or an Amazonian Indian. Culture may enter into the picture for the Indian, e.g. because of his mistaken beliefs about illness, but has no effect on the American, whose beliefs (whatever they are) are medically invisible.  

From Placebo Effect to Contextual Healing 

For over 200 years Western physicians have been explicitly aware of the so-called placebo effect, but for most of that time have considered it a minor and somewhat disreputable factor on the medical scene. The first person to recognize and demonstrate the placebo effect was English physician John Haygarth in 1799, who was curious about the purported benefit a popular medical treatment of his time called “Perkins tractors,” metal pointers supposedly able to ‘draw out’ disease from the patient’s body. They were sold at the extremely high price of five guineas, and Haygarth set out to show that the high cost was unnecessary. He did this by comparing the beneficial results obtained by using dummy wooden tractors with those obtained with a set of allegedly active metal tractors. There was no difference. He published his findings in a book called On the Imagination as a Cause & as a Cure of Disorders of the Body.⁷ Subsequently, the term placebo (“I will please”) was coined to mean, as in this 1811 definition, “an epithet given to any medicine adopted more to please than to benefit the patient.” 

The modern understanding of the power of placebo intervention probably originated with Henry K. Beecher‘s 1955 classic paper, “The Powerful Placebo,” in which he described his experience as a medic during World War II⁸ After running out of pain-killing morphine, in desperation he replaced it with a simple saline solution, while continuing to tell the wounded soldiers that the injection was morphine. He often found that saline appeared to be almost as effective as morphine in relieving his patients’ pain and anxiety. Despite this dramatic demonstration, the orthodoxy surrounding placebo effects for the next several decades came to include three major components:  

• A focus on the specific intervention as its cause, i.e. the pill or the procedure itself “carried” or “transmitted” the placebo effect. 

• Importance of patient vulnerability, i.e. only suggestible persons were placebo-responders. 

• Miscommunication, i.e. the patient must deceived, directly or indirectly, into believing that he or she was receiving an “active” treatment.  

However, research in the last 30 years has completely exploded this orthodoxy and replaced it with a much more complex understanding that sheds light, for example, on the power of traditional medical systems, like the Navajo, that rely on poetry, narrative, and ritual to heal. To quote Franklin Miller and Ted Kaptchuk, two of today’s most prominent investigators in the field: “To promote a more accurate understanding of the elusive and confusing phenomenon known as the placebo effect, we suggest that it should be reconceptualized as contextual healing… Factors that may play a role in contextual healing include the environment of the clinical setting, cognitive and affective communication of clinicians, and the ritual of administering treatment.”⁹ Elsewhere, Kaptchuk added, “Research also suggests that (narrative and) ritual healing not only represents changes in affect, self-awareness, and self-appraisal of behavioral capacities, but involves modulations of symptoms through neurobiological mechanisms.”¹⁰  

Contextual healing, as the term implies, occurs in the context of expectations that arise from a network of beliefs. Moerman and Jonas, highlighting the fact that context can communicate therapeutic meaning to the patient, prefer using the term “meaning response.”¹¹ In some cases these beliefs may be based on past experience, but isolated from, or not intimately connected to, deeply meaningful worldviews (e.g. that penicillin cures a sore throat). In other cases they may closely connected to robust belief systems about the nature and origin of illness and healing (e.g. the Navajo Night Way). The latter are obviously more important than the former. The net valence of one’s beliefs determines the meaning of any medical interaction or treatment and, therefore, one’s expectations of its effect. Language, communication, empathy, narrative, and ritual determine the healing context. The universality of contextual effects on symptom relief has been demonstrated convincingly in neurobiological studies, especially those dealing with pain reduction. For example, on fMRI “placebo” treatment reduces activation of pain-related areas of the brain, e.g. the dorsolateral pre-frontal cortex.^{12, 13}  

Contemporary research on contextual healing has also revealed a number of unexpected features that are inconsistent with the earlier orthodoxy regarding placebo effects. For example, 

• Placebo effectiveness does not require deception; patients may report relief of symptoms even when told they are receiving placebo treatment.¹⁴ 

• There may be a link between genetic variants in the dopamine, opioid, serotonin, and endocannabinoid pathways in the brain and placebo responsiveness.¹⁵ 

• Placebo effects (as well as nocebo, or harmful effects) can exist in routine clinical practice, even if no “intervention” is given.^{16, 17} 

• Placebo response is greater when observed in clinical practice than when measured in randomized clinical trials.^{8, 19}  

This last feature requires some clarification. This is precisely the opposite of specific medication effects, which are almost always more prominent in clinical trials than in routine practice because the populations in trials are highly homogenized (e.g. limited age range, selected to exclude co-morbidities), adhere to highly structured protocols (e.g. frequent follow-up, expert clinicians. methods to insure, or at least measure, compliance) and include only highly motivated subjects. These conditions are ideal for demonstrating the drug’s maximal specific benefit (efficacy), while at the same time somewhat less ideal for showing contextual healing power, since individual variation and personal narrative are minimized. The specify potency of a drug tends to be less in ordinary clinical practice (effectiveness) where there are a mixture of patients with different ages, backgrounds, comorbidities, and levels of compliance. However, the latter less-than-standardized conditions are likely to enhance the power of contextual healing. For example, “It seems likely that the effectiveness of placebo for pain relief in osteoarthritis can be considerably larger than its efficacy. The artificial conditions of a clinical trial constrain the extent to which context effects…” can be manifested.²⁰ 

Can Language Spoken in Context Cure Disease? 

Given that contextual or narrative healing may be a powerful force in relieving symptoms and improving quality of life, can it ever cure chronic or progressive disease? It is unlikely that Sarah Mailcarrier’s Night Way ceremony damaged her cancer cells or had any influence on their progress. However, it seems clear that narrative healing may in many cases “cure” at least some cases of major depression, generalized anxiety, post-traumatic stress syndrome, substance abuse, and perhaps even schizophrenia. Since these disorders are all characterized by abnormal concentrations or function of neurotransmitters, it is safe to say that contextual healing influences brain chemistry. Likewise, fMRI studies have shown that placebo treatments alter brain function. For example, placebo treatment in Parkinson’s disease may result in demonstrable changes in imaging, primarily resulting from increased dopamine release in certain areas of the basal ganglia.²¹ These changes may be associated with improvements in patient function. Likewise, placebo has also been shown to modulate physiological processes, like lowering blood sugar in diabetics and treatment enhancing immune responses, which may be related to neurophysiology in complex ways. ^{22, 23} 

There is a long history of rare, unexplained, but yet well-documented, cures in medicine. As medical knowledge has increased, the number of such inexplicable or “miracle” cures has diminished. Nonetheless, instances of the disappearance of widely metastatic cancer, or the resolution of aggressive autoimmune disease, do occur. Religious persons attribute these unexplained cures to supernatural intervention. Jacalyn Duffin’s 2009 book Medical Miracles: Doctors, Saints and Healing in the Modern World describes her investigation in the Vatican archives of 1400 cases of miracle cures that were cited as evidence in canonization proceedings between 1588 and 1999.²⁴ Of these, 503 cases occurred in the 20^th century and 220 of them between 1975 and 1999, the final year of her study. Most in the 1975-1999 group were extremely well-documented. 20^th century cures included 41 cases of cancer or leukemia, 109 neurological diseases (e.g. multiple sclerosis, myasthenia gravis, Parkinson’s disease), and 89 obvious orthopedic conditions. The unifying factor was that every “miracle” was associated with narrative and ritual. Prayer to Jesus, Mary, or another person, i.e. the candidate for sainthood, took place in various contexts, solitary or communal narrative associated with Masses, novenas, relics, monuments, tombs, etc. These features are all analogous to Navajo healing ceremonies. The same sort of analysis has been applied to “miracle” cures at Lourdes, a pilgrimage site in France, with similar results: a relatively small number of thoroughly documented and inexplicable cures among many thousands of claims.²⁵ 

A Note on Nocebo 

Traditional cultures also recognize the power of language to harm, as well as heal. This includes spells, hexes, curses, and similar verbal insults that produce harmful effects on the person to whom they are directed. Since the phenomenon of “Voodoo death” was described by Cannon in 1942²⁶, various other syndromes of illness and death based on witchcraft and curses were re-evaluated or newly described have been reported; for example, “bone-pointing” (kurdaitcha) in Australia and “breaking tapu” in New Zealand. Among Aboriginal people an individual targeted by bone pointing may die within 24 hours or may decline inexorably over a period of days. ²⁷ Such a curse can only be reversed by the intervention of an appropriate sorcerer. Among the Navajo, many serious illnesses are caused by curses that lead to “soul loss” or “possession.”  

Likewise, in Western medicine the words of physicians or other health care professionals, and the context in which they are spoken, may actually increase a patient’s symptoms, anxiety, and suffering. The eminent internist Eric Cassell, paraphrasing an old childhood chant, taught “Sticks and stones may break your bones, but a word can kill you.” (Personal communication) There is no room here to discuss nocebo-inducing language in medical practice, which is analyzed in detail in chapter 13 of Coulehan and Block.^{28, 29} 

Conclusion 

In this essay I make the claim that contextual healing (aka the placebo effect) plays a major role in medical practice and that language, either spoken verbally, or used internally to represent beliefs and personal meanings, is the carrier or operative agent of contextual healing. In most circumstances contextual healing has a limited, but clinically significant, range of effects. The clinician by employing “skillful means” (to use a Buddhist expression) can promote and enhance contextual healing in the clinical setting.^{20, 31} Navajo medicine is an example of a traditional medical system built almost entirely on exploiting the vast resources available to contextual healing. To a greater or lesser extent, Curanderismo, Vodun, homeopathy, Christian Science, and many other approaches to the treatment of illness are based on contextual healing. The upper limit of this healing power is normally modest, but under certain circumstances for certain people it may be quite spectacular, as in presumptive miracle cures.  

Notes 

1. Navajo Night Way Song, https://www.lindavallejo.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/Chants-Prayers-Poems-2011-2.pdf, accessed on 3 December 2025. 
2. Coulehan J. May I Walk in Beauty. Humane Medicine, 1992; 8: 65-69. 
3. Kaptchuk TJ. Placebo studies and ritual theory: a comparative analysis of Navajo, acupuncture and biomedical healing. Phil Trans R Soc B. 2011; 366: 1849-1858 
4. By “intuit” I mean the development of a theory of mind (i.e. others have minds just like me). Primates and perhaps some other mammals have an analogous ability, but presumably without a symbolic language. 
5. A Sing is expensive. The patient’s family must hire an ha’a’tali and his assistants and also provide food and drink for a large number of participants and attendees. Some participants must also take time off from their jobs or other pursuits for several days. 
6. Haygarth J MD. On the Imagination as a Cause & as a Cure of Disorders of the Body, Bath; R. Cruttwell, 1801. 
7. Sandler D. Navaho Symbols of Healing. New York, Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1979, pp. 265-273.  
8. Beecher HK. The powerful placebo. JAMA. 1955;159(17):1602-1606 
9. Miller FG, Kaptchuk TJ. The power of context: reconceptualizing the placebo effect. JRSM. 2008; 101: 222-225, p. 223. 
10. Kaptchuk TJ. Placebo studies and ritual theory: a comparative analysis of Navajo, acupuncture and biomedical healing. Phil Trans R Soc B Biol Sci. 2011; 366: 1849-1858, p. 1849. 
11. Moerman DE, Jonas WB. Deconstructing the placebo effect and finding the meaning response. Ann Intern Med 2002; 471-476. 
12. Brody H, Miller FG. Lessons from recent research about the placebo effect—from art to science. JAMA 2011; 306 (23): 2612-2613 
13. Colagiuri B, Schenk LA, Kessler MD, Dorsey SG, Colloca L. The placebo effect: From concepts to genes. Neuroscience. 2015; 307: 171-190 
14. Pecina M, Zubieta JK. Molecular mechanisms of placebo responses in humans. Mol Psychiatry. 2015; 20: 416-423 
15. Miller FG, Coilloca L, Kaptchuk TJ. The placebo effect: illness and interpersonal healing. Perspect Biol Med. 2009; 52: 518 
16. Stub T, Foss N, Liodden I. “Placebo effect is probably what we refer to as patient healing power”: a qualitative pilot study examining how Norwegian complementary therapists reflect on their practice, BMC Complementary and Alternative Med. 2017; 17:262 
17. Benedetti F, Pollo A, Lopiana L, Lanotte M, Vighetti S, Rainero I. Conscious expectation and unconscious conditioning in analgesic, motor, and hormonal placebo/nocebo responses. J Neurosci. 2003; 23: 4315-4323 
18. Dieppe P, Goldingay S, Greville-Harris M. The power and value of placebo and nocebo in painful osteoarthritis. Osteoarthritis and Cartilage. 2016; 24:1850-1857 
19. Haake M, Muller HH, Schade-Brittinger C et al. German acupuncture trials (GERAC) for chronic low back pain: randomized, multicenter, blinded, parallel-group trial with 3 groups. Arch Intern Med. 2007; 167: 1892-1898 
20. Dieppe et al, p. 1852. 
21. Fuente-Fernandez R, Ruth TJ, Sossi V, Schulzer M, Calne DB, Stoessl AJ, Expectation and Dopamine Release: Mechanism of the Placebo Effect in Parkinson’s Disease. Science. 2001; 293: 1164-1166. 
22. Skvortsova A, Veldhuijzen DS, van Dillen LF, Zech H, Derkson SM, Sars RH, Meijer OC, Pijl H, Evers AWM. Influencing the Insulin System by Placebo Effects in Patients With Diabetes Type 2 and Healthy Controls: A Randomized Controlled Trial. Psychosomatic Medicine. 2023; 85: 551-560 
23. Smits RM et al. The role of placebo effects in immune-related conditions: mechanisms and clinical considerations. Expert Rev Clin Immunol. 2018; 14(9): 761-770. 
24. Duffin J. Medical Miracles. Doctors, Saints, and Healing in the Modern World. New York, Oxford University Press, 2009. 
25. François B, Sternberg EM, Fee E. The Lourdes medical cures revisited. J Hist Med Allied Sci. 2014 Jan;69(1):135-62.  
26. Cannon WB. “Voodoo” death. American Anthropologist, 1942; 44: 169-181. Reprinted in Am J Public Health. 2002; 92 (10): 1593-1596. 
27. Spencer, Baldwin; Gillen, F.J. Native Tribes of Central Australia. Cambridge University Press, 2010 [1899], pp. 476–477. 
28. Coulehan J, Block M. The Medical Interview. Mastering Skills for Clinical Practice. Philadelphia, F.A. Davis Company, 5^th edition, 2006, pp. 21-44 and 249-278.  
29. Hansen E, Zech N. Nocebo effects and negative suggestions in daily clinical practice – forms, impact and approaches to avoid them. Front Pharmacol. 2019 Feb 13; 10:77. 
30. Coulehan J, Clary P. Healing the healer: Poetry in Palliative Care, J Palliative Medicine, 2005; 8: 382-389. 
31. Blasini M, Peiris N, Wright T, Colloca L The role of patient-practitioner relationships in placebo and nocebo phenomena. Int Rev Neurobiol. 2018; 139:211-231.  

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The Secularization of Medicine: Ritual, Salvation, and Prophecy by Nathan Carlin 

New York, NY: Oxford University Press, 2025, 264 pages 
ISBN 9780197574003 

Once upon a time, religion and medicine were quite close. Even now, parallels between the two are notable. Churches often have a spire pointing towards heaven. Modern medical centers are increasingly towering structures that reach to the sky. Churches have an altar, and hospitals contain operating tables. Clerics don distinctive vestments. Doctors have their own traditional attire – a white lab coat or scrub suit. Hearing a confession (whether in a hushed booth or a clinic exam room) is integral to both vocations. Some churches have holy water fonts for spiritual cleansing. Physician offices have readily available hand sanitizer. Carlin (an ordained Presbyterian minister and the Director of the McGovern Center for Humanities and Ethics at UTHealth Houston) explores the relationship between medicine and religion by focusing on secularization theory and the idea of transposition. His aim is to provide “a more critical understanding of the rituals, myths, and stories of and in medicine” (p20). In the book’s best section titled “Ritual,” the Hippocratic Oath (which invokes Greek gods) and the purpose of the White Coat Ceremony (a kind of “ordination”) are considered. “Salvation” examines the process of dying. A brief analysis of Tolstoy’s “The Death of Ivan Ilych” (preoccupied with the soul) and Roth’s Everyman (concentrating on the body) is included. Carlin also spotlights cardiothoracic surgeon Dr. Denton Cooley and muses whether specialty physicians – surgeons, cardiologists, oncologists, psychiatrists – might be today’s “high priests”? “Prophecy” focuses on Stephen Bergman, MD (pen name Samuel Shem) and his novels including The House of God. Regardless of religious preference (or atheism), readers will find enlightenment in this intriguing inspection of the links between medicine and religion.
 

Every One Still Here: Stories by Liadan Ní Chuinn 

London: Granta, 2025, 160 pages 
ISBN 9781803513270 

The protagonists of these six short stories (largely set in Northern Ireland) have so many serious questions. But when they sometimes do get answers, the information is hardly good news. The narrator of “We All Go” is an empathetic teenager who has watched his wheelchair-bound father wasting away (probably from a neurodegenerative disease) and dying. He enrolls in a Human Anatomy class (perhaps to better understand his dad’s condition) but finds the lab itself and the required dissection disgusting. Other characters in these tales tend to be sympathetic, off-beat, or both: a psychic who isn’t adept at predicting the future but instead offers an effective form of psychotherapy, an unemployed woman taking night classes in creative writing who encounters a child (unaccompanied by parent or other adult) riding the same bus as her every week, a man who tries to commit suicide after learning his pet dog has metastatic cancer. Struggle, trauma, grieving, or some secret are prominently featured. A character wonders, “Isn’t the truth that we all do terrible things?” (p64). Indeed, acts of cruelty impact the lives of multiple individuals in these tales. For a few of them, compassion from others and the passage of time might ease the pain a bit but cannot completely erase it. 

Water in the Desert, Fire in the Night by Gethan Dick 

Dublin, Ireland: Tramp Press, 2025, 268 pages 
ISBN 9781915290168 

Long before the onset of Covid-19, Pandemic Lit was already an established subgenre of speculative fiction. For example, The Last Man by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley was published in 1826. Like most novels about pandemics and other apocalyptic events, fear and hope are tightly intertwined in Water in the Desert, Fire in the Night. But this story’s journey thru the end of the world – about the things we leave behind and the qualities we stubbornly cling to – feels much more optimistic than most. An estimated 90% of the world’s population has expired, and a “raging sadness” has washed over most of the survivors. Details about the contagion are vague. The deaths it causes are devoid of drama or gore: “just a cold, a fever, some difficulty breathing, then no more breathing” (p236). Six people, afraid of being infected, hide in London for two months. Four of them decide to bicycle much of the way to an Edenesque-sounding town in France. The story’s narrator, Audaz is a young woman firmly tethered to memories of her younger life and her mother. She is also pregnant. Sarah, a retired midwife trains Audaz as her apprentice (since someone will have to know how to care for women’s health and deliver babies – if there is to be a future for humanity). Pressure Drop is a weed-smoking mystic, and Adi is a young man who succumbs to sepsis along the way. A variety of challenges test them throughout their trip. Survivors they encounter can be violent, suspicious, or kind. A fisherman transports the group in a borrowed boat across the English Channel to France where they eventually reach their destination. While survival remains their highest priority, these characters understand that compassion, resilience, and childbirth foreshadow a promising new beginning for them and perhaps the rest of the remaining world as well. 

Additional recommended new or soon-to-be published books in 2025: 

Seminal: On Sperm, Health, and Politics edited by Rene Almeling, Lisa Campo-Engelstein, and Brian T. Nguyen  

Replaceable You: Adventures in Human Anatomy by Mary Roach 

Web image by  Rachael Ren 

In my four years of Canadian medical school, I can only remember being taught four clinical pearls specific to Chinese patients. The first two were epidemiological facts: Hepatitis B is endemic in China and Chinese people have a higher incidence of nasopharyngeal carcinoma than non-Chinese. The third was an observation, that Chinese babies are often born with a large, purple discolouration on their buttocks that fades with time. These discolourations were pejoratively called Mongolian blue spots. 

The fourth clinical pearl was the strange one. I don’t remember much about the classroom content of first-year medical school, but this moment sticks with me even now, two decades on. In ethics class, we were learning about the concept of patient autonomy, the concept that patients have the right to make choices about their own health care. At this point, the ethicist mentioned to us that in many Asian cultures, especially Chinese and Japanese, people chose to forego autonomy and informed consent when it came to elderly family members and end of life care. What she meant was that Asian families often withheld information about the nature of their parents’ terminal illnesses from them for fear that by telling them parents the truth, their parents would feel irrevocably sad or upset, and that this might even hasten the progression of their illnesses. Until that day, I had never heard of this issue of withholding information from elderly family members before. As a Chinese Canadian, I had taken it for granted everyone would want to know the truth about their health when the time came. 

A few months after that talk, I was at home and broached the topic with my father. 

“Dad, they taught us that Chinese don’t like to tell elderly people that they are dying in order to protect them. Have you ever heard of this?” 

“Of course. You didn’t know about this?” He raised an eyebrow and gave me a look, as if surprised at how little I understood the world. “For Chinese people, we don’t talk about these things. If you know you are sick and dying, then your sickness will be worse.” 

My father was a learned man. He was a PhD in economics and had lived in North America for more than half his life. I expected more from him. “So you’re telling me that if it was you, you wouldn’t want to know?” 

“Of course I wouldn’t want to know.” 

His answer startled me. I had known that we had some different conceptions rooted in our different backgrounds, but for some reason, this caught me by surprise. I had expected him to share in my discovery of something that I presumed was backwards, old-fashioned Chinese thinking. But now it turned out that he was exactly the person being described in the ethics handbook. How little did I know of the world? How little did I know of my father? 

I dug out my first-year ethics textbook the other day and found the specific passage in question. On the subject of autonomy and Asian patients, the author Philip C. Hébert explains: 

When I read the passage over now, I can’t help but find it jarring. For an ethics textbook, the passage does seem to make the assumption that the western way of autonomy is the only right way. I wonder why I didn’t feel that way when I read the passage the first time so many years ago. 

This specific issue, that of telling an elderly family member about their diagnosis, became the basis of The Farewell, a 2019 film directed by Lulu Wang starring Awkwafina and Tzi Ma. The movie was loosely based on events from Wang’s own family life, in which an elderly grandmother is unaware that she’s been diagnosed with lung cancer. In the movie, the grandmother’s extended family decides that they want to have one last big family get-together but they can’t tell her about her diagnosis. They plot an elaborate fake wedding for one of the grandchildren and use it as an excuse to get everyone together. The movie is told from the vantage point of Billy Wang (played by Awkwafina,) the Americanized granddaughter who loves her grandmother and doesn’t really understand why they can’t tell her the truth. 

By the end, the movie settles on making the point that although the Chinese way of not telling the elderly about the diagnosis is different from what Billy is used to in the West, it isn’t necessarily worse, and it might even have its own merits. 

The movie wraps up with a postscript that Wang’s grandmother in real life is still living happily a good six years following her diagnosis. The movie implies that by not burdening her with the truth, the family has managed to improve the grandmother’s quality of life for at least these last few years, and hints that they might even have possibly affected the outcome of her illness and helped send the cancer into remission by not burdening her with the truth about cancer. 

In my own medical career working with Chinese immigrant patients, I have witnessed versions of this issue arise on several occasions. Several times, I have been asked by well-meaning children that “should anything serious ever happen to my mother or father, please do not inform them of the situation.” 

Sometimes, the request is gentler. “If any really important bad news needs to be broken to the parents, please let me know first and then we can discuss what to do about it.” 

As I’ve come to understand it, the reason for the request is a combination of things. There’s the obvious, overarching cultural basis to it. Confucius may not have ever specifically addressed the issue of whether people should withhold life-threatening medical diagnoses from their parents, but he did repeatedly underscore the value of filial piety and how one’s loyalty to one’s own parents should in some ways exceed their loyalty to themselves. So, in a way, not telling our parents the truth about their own mortality is just a little white lie to ease help ease a loved one through one of life’s inevitable travails. At least they’ll feel better not having to worry. 

This leads to the second reason, the belief that knowledge of one’s own mortality will almost certainly worsen any medical condition and hasten one’s demise. Given our own modern understanding that stress can make health worse, it does make sense to presume that fear about one’s own demise, very likely the greatest stress of all, could have deleterious health effects on a person who is already ill. 

Finally, sometimes the reason for requesting us to forego patient autonomy is simple pragmatism. Maybe mom or dad are unable to handle stress even at the best of times and we already know they won’t take the news well. In this case, shielding them from the truth might make a lot of things go more smoothly. 

In any case, when I’ve been presented with this scenario, as a Westerner, it’s difficult to dial down the urge to sit the patient’s family down and start channeling American police and cowboy movies. I can just imagine myself putting my hand on my holster and informing them that, “Ma’am, this isn’t the way we do things around here.” 

In my early years in practice, this is pretty much how I approached the problem, by understanding it as a purely cultural difference, and assuming that the ethics underpinning autonomy and informed consent should have universal application to all patients, regardless of cultural background. My understanding was that if you were living in Canada, then you had better accept that you had to do things the Canadian way. In short: when it comes to medical care, this is how we do it here. 

With that in mind, I’d sit down with the family member and explain to them that while we respected that other cultures could feel differently about this issue, this wasn’t really the way it’s done in the West. Then I’d present a compromise. “How about I ask your parent a hypothetical question along the lines of ‘if something were to happen to you, would you want to know about it?’” 

I’ve done this on several occasions in my career, and without fail, each time the elderly patient would contemplate the question for a moment before shaking their head and deciding that that no, they were better off not knowing the truth. 

What’s the big deal about all this? What happens if Grandmother or Grandfather doesn’t know the truth about their own illness? Is it really such a big problem if their child makes all the major medical decisions for them while they exist in a state of unknowing bliss? Isn’t that not that different than how parents often approach major medical decisions for an infant or a small child? 

And what about patients who explicitly abdicate responsibility for their own health at the eleventh hour? If the parent specifically says that they don’t want to know about their illness, then what? What are the implications of them ceding responsibility for this portion of their life to their loved ones? 

On a very basic pragmatic level, the parent not knowing about their own medical illness throws a monkey wrench into the basic efficiency of the health care encounter. In the West, certain aspects of health care depend on the patient being able to make informed choices, or at least depend on them having the knowledge of their illness. 

Imagine attempting to go for surgery or chemotherapy but not actually knowing that you have cancer. Imagine furthermore, that all the nurses and doctors who talk to you, who know full well that you are dying, cannot slip up even once and tell you the truth about what you are facing because once they spill the beans, there’s no putting anything back into Pandora’s box. 

Treatment decisions that might normally just be a quick conversation with a patient, now need to be run by an intermediary. Doctor visits that take ten minutes now take twenty minutes as a result.  

Furthermore, the practical effect of withholding information doesn’t end with health care. It applies even beyond the medical aspects of end-of-life care. Estate planning, inheritances, all the things that give grieving families around the world even more grief, are much more easily dealt with if the person who is dying is able to say what they actually want done. Except they can’t, if nobody actually is allowed to tell them that they are dying. 

There’s also this aspect from the family member’s standpoint: when a person agrees to make all medical decisions for their parent, they are agreeing to take responsibility for some decisions that are essentially impossible to make, especially when it pertains to end-of-life care. Should we perform heroic, but most likely futile measures on your parent? How hard is it for someone, even if they’ve had a full discussion with their parent, to be willing to make these life and death choices on behalf of their parent? 

Perhaps I’m giving away my Western upbringing, but I still can’t help but feel that there is something inauthentic about withholding the truth. Imagine living your days in an imagined reality where you believe you aren’t actually very sick, but you are. Without this end-of-life discussion experience, the person who is sick, and very likely their children, are not able to emotionally share life’s final journey together. Since it’s a journey that we all have to take, and it’s well-accepted that a serious illness or death in the family is one of the most difficult and stressful things that anyone has to go through, it only makes sense that if we can talk about it as a collective, surely we could deal with it better together than going through it alone. 

In the West, we are proud to have come up with these ethical principles that define our medical care. We laud the principles of autonomy and informed consent and look down at cultures that do things a different way. But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve noticed that in fact, Eastern and Western ideas about this aspect of medicine are not as dissimilar as we might presume. Yes, it’s true that in the West, as doctors we make a point to talk to the patient about death. We’re not afraid to tell a patient they have cancer, and we’re not afraid to try to tell them that the end is near. But at the same time, we usually stop right there and don’t say much beyond that. 

What does it actually mean to be dying? How does that make you feel? Is it scary? Do you have any regrets? Is there anything else you would like to do before you go? How does it make your children feel? Is there anything we can do to help with any of this? These are not conversations doctors typically have, but they seem to be at the heart of facing death honestly and authentically. 

The fact is we’re mostly not trained as doctors to have these conversations. Quite frankly, I’m not sure that most of us even have these conversations at home with our own families. It’s too easy, most times, when faced with these end-of-life crises, for doctors to leap into problem-solving mode. That is, after all, what we’re best at. End of life care sometimes becomes a series of day-to-day crises to manage. You’re having difficulty getting up? We’ll bring in a wheelchair. Constipated? There are so many pills for that. In pain? Good thing narcotics have been invented. As doctors, we’re trained to reflexively problem-solve. But sometimes, maybe what people need as they face death, is just someone to be present, to listen, and to talk to. Death may be inevitable, but it can still come with catharsis. 

Fortunately, the culture of Western medicine is changing. Conversations around death have become more normalized. The development of palliative care, a relatively new field of medicine that has appeared in the last several decades, has certainly helped this process. When it comes to death and dying, medicine in both the East and West still has much to learn, but at least we are trying. Maybe we will get where we need to be someday. 

My father was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s dementia in 2013. Shortly after he was diagnosed, we were faced with the issue of establishing power of attorney and determining what to do in the event of end-of-life care decisions. At the time, his illness wasn’t that severe, and he was a pleasant, if mildly confused, sixty-eight-year-old. He’d even been driving up to a few months prior. 

So one night, at dinner at my mother’s house with my sister and me present, we took out the power of attorney paperwork and gathered around the dinner table with him. I remembered how he’d told me so many years ago that he wouldn’t want to know if he was suffering from a terminal illness, so I tried to explain to him that we weren’t asking him these questions because anything was imminent, but just as a precaution for the distant, distant future; we wanted to know his wishes in advance. We asked him that in the event he became incapacitated, what would he want us to do? Did he want heroic measures like CPR and being put on a ventilator? 

I still remember him looking back at us, sheepishly, like a small child. It’s impossible to know just how much he understood in that moment. 

He smiled and said, “I guess if it’s already that bad, you don’t need to do anything.” 

Then he got up and shuffled off to the living room. 

I breathed a sigh of relief. It was obvious that, demented or not, it was a conversation that my father had not wanted to have. And the same went for me. 

I never talked to him about his diagnosis again. 

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Additional Chapters from A Chinese City Doctor’s Notebook

When Your Body Isn’t Yours 

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Alive: Our Bodies and the Richness and Brevity of Existence by Gabriel Weston 

Boston: David R. Godine, 2025, 304 pages 
ISBN 9781567928235 

The physician experience, medical history, motherhood, anatomy, and worries about her diseased mitral valve are tenderly sutured together by ENT surgeon Weston in her exploration of “the poetry of the body.” In thirteen chapters, she eloquently contemplates “the strange, unbridgeable gap that exists between the body science describes and the one each of us is living inside right this moment” (p194). In describing the anatomy of bones, brain, breasts, genitals, gut, heart, kidneys, liver, lungs, skin, and womb, Weston writes with a wit and intense curiosity reminiscent of popular science writer Mary Roach. But the book’s splendor arises from its attention to the art of doctoring. Weston notes how good physicians require a kind of “bifocal vision” that allows them to see the generalities of the human body but also the unique details of an individual patient. She extols empathy and elevates vulnerability: “We are not separable from those we care for, just as our strength is not separable from our vulnerability” (p263). Melding science and sentiment, mixing professional life with personal life, Weston enlivens anatomy and pays homage to the physician-patient relationship.  

The Land in Winter by Andrew Miller 

London: Sceptre, 2024, 384 pages 
ISBN 9781529354270 

Andrew Miller’s remarkable 1997 debut novel Ingenious Pain chronicles the complex life of an 18^th century highly skilled English doctor incapable of feeling pain. Twenty-seven years and many novels (Oxygen, Pure, The Optimists) later, Miller’s latest book spotlights a main character who also happens to be an English physician – but this flawed human being hurts (especially emotionally). Eric Parry is a 36-year-old country doctor having an extramarital affair with a married woman while his wife Irene is pregnant. Next door to their cottage is a farm owned by Bill Simmons and his pregnant wife Rita who suffers from mental illness and enjoys reading science fiction. It is winter (December, 1962 – January, 1963) and for a time the rural community is paralyzed by a brutal blizzard. Happy endings are in short supply here. One of the pregnant women has a miscarriage while sitting on the toilet. Characters get injured. Some patients die. Eric’s infidelity is exposed. Still, compassion and empathy occasionally sprout amidst the bleakness and the cold. Irene is cognizant that her husband’s work is hard as he “had to deal with people’s suffering all day” (p55). Eric excels at examining patients with a manner that “calmed” them. Secrets, loneliness, belonging, complicated personal relationships, and poor decision-making are essential elements of the plot. The story asks readers to contemplate whether virtuousness is a necessary requirement to be a “good doctor.” 

Doc or Quack: Science and Anti-Science in Modern Medicine by Sander L. Gilman 

London: Reaktion Books, 2025, 320 pages 
ISBN 9781836390152 

Bloodletting and purging (“heroic medicine”) employed for a wide array of diseases. Laetrile (a chemical present in apricot seeds) used for treating cancer. Hydroxychloroquine and Ivermectin prescribed for COVID-19. Spanning centuries, the list of wacky, ineffective, and sometimes dangerous remedies for illness is quite lengthy. In this standout history of scientific medicine from the mid-19^th century to the present, Gilman navigates “the ever-shifting boundary between good medicine and quackery” (p15). He reviews the rise of allopathic medicine that resulted from “following the science” as discovery and knowledge migrated from the laboratory to the bedside. He writes about the model of the physician-healer, the placebo effect (along with the morality of deception), superstitions (of both doctors and patients), and the faddish nature of medical practice. Gilman is rightly concerned about physicians experiencing burnout and patients feeling disconnected from their doctors in truncated office visits. He wonders if empathy and efficacy can coexist in contemporary healthcare. Three “case studies” are presented: peptic ulcer disease, the development of ophthalmic surgery, and acupuncture for back pain. A thoughtful study of historically “good” and “bad” medicine and the occasional blurring between the two. 

Additional recommended books published in 2025: 

The Mind Electric: A Neurologist on the Strangeness and Wonder of Our Brains
by Pria Anand 

The Age of Diagnosis: How Our Obsession with Medical Labels Is Making Us Sicker
by Suzanne O’Sullivan 

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