Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Dr. Michelle Zhang

Boston University School of Medicine
White Coat Ceremony, Class 2016
August 6, 2012
(181 students from 11,780 applicants) 

To become a doctor implicitly places us on the side of those who believe that the world can change.  Every medical act challenges the apparent inevitability of the world as it is and the natural history of illness, disability, and death.  People become physicians to struggle against the weight of human suffering and, thereby, place themselves squarely on the side of those who intervene in the present because they believe the future can be different.

                                                                                                                                Dr. Jonathan Mann
    

I do solemnly swear by whatever I hold most sacred, that:

I will be loyal to the profession of medicine and just and generous to its members;

I will lead my life and practice my art in uprightness and honor;
 
I will do no harm;

Into whatever house I enter it shall be for the good of the sick and the well to the utmost of my powers;

I will hold myself aloof from wrong, from corruption, and from the tempting of others to vice;

I will exercise my Art solely for the cure of my patients and the prevention of disease, and will give no drugs and perform no operation for a criminal purpose, and far less suggest such a thing;

Whatsoever I shall see or hear of the lives of men and women which is not fitting to be spoken, I will keep inviolably secret;

These things I do promise.

In proportion as I am faithful to this oath, may happiness and good repute be ever mine; the opposite if I shall be forsworn.









Saturday, August 4, 2012

Michelle's Personal Statement for Med School


Michelle will start her med school career at Boston University School of Medicine on Monday, 8/6/12.  It’s been a “long” journey leading up to this point, and please allow me to share with you her personal statement.


Personal Statement
By Michelle Zhang
June 2011

In philosophy, we consider epistemological questions about the acquisition of knowledge. How do we procure justified knowledge? How can we assess the truth-value of such knowledge? And the most relevant question to medicine: what do we do when we have reached the outer limits of our knowledge? I volunteered at Sunrise Assisted Living, on the “Reminiscence” floor, which was home to elderly folks with dementia. This world, it seemed, was one that medical knowledge could not touch – despite the relentless research in this field, there is still no way for medicine to bring the mind back to its rightful owner. Joe was small and round-faced, always smiling and oftentimes lucid enough to carry on a conversation. One afternoon, we had been chatting as usual when, for a moment, he paused and very softly confided in me: “I know something’s wrong with me, but I just can’t place it. I know something’s not right.” The moment caught me completely off guard, but I responded with something along the lines of: “We all feel that way sometimes. It’s okay.” I could have told him the truth about his disease; instead, I chose to tell another kind of truth that side-stepped the question, but hopefully provided Joe with what he was desperately seeking. He confided in me not because he necessarily needed answers, but because he was terrified and needed, above all else, a reason not to be. Though, in medicine, we might not have any more answers with which to improve the body, we can nonetheless do everything possible to calm the soul.

The particularly audacious branch of philosophy known as philosophy of mind aims to understand the nature of consciousness, subjectivity, and identity. How is it that we have an experience that is uniquely our own? Medicine extends this question to an even more confounding phenomenon: how do we reconcile this experience that is uniquely our own with the experience of a patient, which is uniquely his own? How do we relate to a patient so that we are seen as a friend and an ally during, perhaps, the bleakest moments of his life? I was stocking linens in one of the rooms in Carle Hospital’s oncology department when I heard the woman in the bed groaning as if in a great deal of pain. “Ma’am,” I said, “are you alright?” It turned out that she was supposed to have surgery that day, and thus had not been allowed to eat or drink anything. She was parched, her lips cracked and dry, and all she wanted was a drink of water. I knew I couldn’t give her that, but I could try to distract her from her discomfort. I sat down next to her and talked to her about cats, a subject of which she was apparently quite fond. I assured her that her surgery would be over before she knew it, and that the fridge would be fully stocked with delicious beverages when she got out. To borrow and augment a few of David Hume’s words: it is important to be a doctor, but amidst all your doctoring, to be still a man. It is essential to relate to others on a basic but fundamental level, and to be able to recognize oneself not as a healer or a savior, but as one human being helping another. 

Political philosophy seeks to understand societal structures that provide the best possible outcome for the greatest number of people. How should we delegate power? How should we distribute property? Working in healthcare, we find that we often face the same questions: how can we distribute our limited resources and personnel in the most effective way, so that the general population receives the best possible healthcare? The Sharewood Project, a free clinic run by Tufts Medical School, is set up at the First Church in Malden every Tuesday evening. Using paneling, wood blocks, and Velcro, we create a crude imitation of a doctor’s office so that individuals who cannot afford a visit to the doctor can still receive healthcare. My job as a volunteer is to triage the incoming patients – take their blood pressure, heart rate, and chief complaint. Though the ailments we deal with are not life-threatening, they cause discomfort and can potentially become serious. Despite our limited resources, we still make every effort to provide our patients with quality care in order to ensure that upon leaving Sharewood, they feel better equipped to manage their conditions. Our patients’ stories teach me about one of the greatest difficulties in medicine today: the lack of proper resources, and the unfortunate consequences that result. Being involved with Sharewood has undermined my confidence in the current healthcare system, but continues to affirm my faith in the power of individuals to confront formidable issues to help others.

The fundamental concerns of medicine, I believe, extend beyond the scope of science. Patient care – for individuals as well as for the population as a whole – requires a kind of understanding that transcends the level of technical knowledge. In my opinion, the questions that have occupied philosophers for centuries are relevant to the overall improvement of the medical field. I carry these questions with me into my pursuit of medicine, and it is this unique perspective that will allow me to gain a thorough understanding of how to provide the best care for my patients.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

姑妈一路走好!


Aunt 汤荭passed away on July 3rd, 2012 at 6:36 AM in Beijing at age 92.

 
亲爱的姑妈,

你圆满地走完了一生,在宁静中离开我们,走向了充满鲜花和芬芳的新世界。愿你一路平安!

想来我已在美国生活24年,中文越来越差,但我还是想让这封信带去我对你的感激和祝福。

直至今日,我还记得你为我上小学一年级买的第一个铅笔盒。是个小小的铁盒子。很简单,上 面画着南京长江大桥,但我一直都很喜欢它。后来上了初中,你又为我换上了一个崭新的吸铁石铅笔盒,里面还有一块很香的香橡皮。在最初的几个星期 里,我每天都要把那个吸铁石铅笔盒打开无数次。把铅笔拿出来,放回去,再拿出来,再放回去,最后小心熠熠地把吸铁石关上。也许我从来都没有机会告诉你那个 崭新的塑料铅笔盒为我带来了多大的快乐。

记得小的时候,每年春节你都从河南为我们带花炮。当时在南三楼所有孩子里,我们的花炮最精彩。很多小朋友都问我从哪里买到的这麽好的花炮,我总是很骄傲地说:是我姑妈从河南给我们买的。回想起来,那些五彩缤纷的花跑为我们当年暗淡的生活添加了无限的色彩,至今我还清晰地记得那个小黄鸡的花炮,一点燃小黄鸡就到处乱窜。。。

后来改革开放,你每次出国都为我们带回新奇的东西。记得第一次你去南斯拉夫,为我们带回了一个小计算器。我简直无法想象那小小的方盒子能在百分之一秒内精确地算出 365x365=133,225。那个小方盒子从此为我打开了科技的窗口,把我引向了一个崭新的世界。从罗马尼亚,你为我们带回来两个小盘子:一方一园。我一直都很喜欢那两个盘子。汤明要了园的,我要了方的。有很长一段时间我都在想,如果我要了园盘子生活会是怎样呢?

想来小时候的很多想法都很幼稚,但重要的是,你为我们精心做的每一件事都为我们的童年带来了无限的快乐。

年年初,我有幸拜读了你90岁高龄写的回忆录,感触万分。我只希望你深深地知道你在有生之年为家人,亲朋和好友带来了多少欣慰。我也很高兴今年五月回国时 还见到了你。我们用小黑板交流,那时你的头脑和记忆都很好,特别让我敬佩。我只是遗憾那天我没有时间和你一起回忆你为我的童年带来的快乐。。。但 愿这封短信能带去我对你的感激之心,而这些美好的记忆会跟随我一生。

姑妈一路走好!


汤培

2012.7.6

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

White Pelicans

Sunday, 6/24/12

I have to urge myself to slow down...  I NEED to understand that there is a difference between "living life exhaustively" and "living an exhaustive life!"

Spent 10 hours shooting white pelicans by the Mississippi River under the extreme heat and resulting in severe sunburns -- pretty crazy stuff, and I still feel like there is so much I need to do, and I am never good enough!!




Sunday, June 17, 2012

Happy Father's Day!!

In the spirit of Michelle's recent college graduation, I dug out a picture of Rudi and Michelle taken 21 years ago on June 9th, 1991 -- the day when Rudi and I graduated.  Little Michelle was wearing my graduate cap...  Yeah, that's how young we were back then -- young and hopeful and full of dreams... -:)

Happy Father's Day!
  


Saturday, June 16, 2012

Tranquility

Yeah, it's about time to bring some sanity and tranquility to life...



Conquer Fear

Sunday, 6/3/2012

For those of you who really know me, you know I fear height to the extreme end.

Well, I visited the Horseshoe Band in Arizona this weekend and realized that this might be one of the best ways to "conquer fear."  I climbed up to the cliff not once, not twice, but 3 times to take the final shot (see Picture 3).

Picture 1 shows you how steep the cliffs are to the river bank.













Picture 2 shows you how crazy some of the photographers are when it comes to getting their shots.  Look at the guy's tripod.  If this is not insanity, what is???



Picture 3 shows you how I need to crawl up to the edge of the cliff, set up my tripod, hold on to my camera and take the full circle shot of the "Horseshoe Band."  The image is not perfect, but the effort to challenge my fear must be recognized.  This was one of those 4 AM deals again, and I actually made 3 separate trips to the place this weekend to take this shot!!!

 












Page, Arizona
6/3/12


Friday, 6/8/2012

Aside from risking my life on top of those cliffs, I also tried to get down to the deep underground canyons formed by desert flash floods...  At the bottom of the canyon, when I texted an image of the Antelope Canyon to Michelle, she texted back with a warning message saying....


Picture 1 = Rocky Mountain Sunset



Picture 2 = Desert Flash Flood

Antelope Canyon, Arizona
6/2/12