Richard Smith, the Director of United Health Group’s Chronic Disease Initiative and the former Editor-in-Chief of the BMJ shared the story as a blog post. In essence, his mother has no short-term memory and he was asking, “How much have the health and social services helped my mother?”
I encourage you to read the full post but this series of excerpt gives you a flavour of what he and his family were dealing with:
Back at the beginning I thought that we ought to “get her into the system.” I thought that we’d need some support and that it would be essential to be “on the books” to receive it. So we went to the GP, which she doesn’t like. The trainee said that she should have some blood tests and come back to have “the long test for memory.” That was two trips, 140 miles driving, and when we had the appointment for the long test, the doctor didn’t have time to administer it so simply referred her to the memory clinic. There was no value added by all this as the postman could have told us that she has no short-term memory.
The adventures with the memory clinic were long and drawn out with MRI scans, psychological tests, many interviews with a variety of people, and some 350 miles of driving. My mother hated it all, but in the end she was prescribed drugs to help her memory. She forgot to take them and didn’t, I think, want to take them anyway, although she said she did to please us all. Even if she had taken the drugs there was only a small chance that they would have done any good. Everybody was charming and helpful, but no value was added by all this activity—except that the diagnosis released some state benefits. It was bureaucratic value that was added.
Social services became involved. They came and did a long assessment. Eventually, they said, she’d have to go into a home. This wasn’t surprising. They couldn’t do anything except give us a list of services. They couldn’t recommend any service even though they presumably know which are better than others; so no value in this.
So we have a patient and her family who are not being listened to (“hated it all”), are being offered low value (drugs with only “a small chance” of working), and are having significant value withheld from them (they “know which [services] are better than others”).
The story reaches a crescendo when Richard’s mother has a fall.
It had to happen. Indeed, it’s happened before. This time she has a scalp wound…my brother rings 111 [a health care advice line in England]. Risk averse, as they have to be, they recommend a visit to Accident and Emergency. Nobody can be sure that she wasn’t unconscious. A young doctor thinks she might have a urinary tract infection to account for her confusion and prescribes antibiotics. He suggests a visit to the GP in four days’ time. I say poppycock to all this and we forget the antibiotics and the visit to the GP. She is fine. So again more activity, more expense for the NHS, and no value. At least she hasn’t developed diarrhoea through taking antibiotics.
I love how Richard ends the story.
When I reflect on the saga so far I can’t see that statutory health and social services have added anything but minimal value. But there’s been plenty of activity, form filling, and expense. My mother is not that unusual. We surely need better ways to get value out of the system.
I also reflect that people who have added a lot of value are those who work in the newsagent she visits every day. She likes them, and they are not only kind to her but also let her have goods without paying when she forgets her money and arrange a taxi to take her home when she’s tired and exhausted. Perhaps we need fewer expensive professionals and a revitalisation of communities.
Footnote: I got permission from both Richard Smith and the BMJ to reprint excerpts of this story. I should also declare that Richard is my mentor and someone who has both shaped my thinking and encouraged me to explore.