9. Commencement
Do not dread the disease that stalks in the darkness.
Psalm 91:6 NLT
Dear Readers,
There are no words for the excitement (and terror) on this day: Lupine Family Medicine's opening day and my commencement as a solo practice physician. So I will turn to Latin and Dr. John Stone - one of my most favorite physician poets. This is one of the poems he wrote for a medical school graduating class years ago at Emory University. The poem is called Gaudeamus igitur which means “therefore let us rejoice”. According to Wikipedia, it was the title of a popular song for university ceremonies during the Middle Ages. It was also known as De Brevitate Vitae, “on the shortness of life”.
I feel Dr. Stone’s rendition really captures the joy, the pain and the beauty of becoming and being a physician.
Gaudeamus Igitur
For this is the day of joy
      which has been fourteen hundred and sixty days in coming
      and fourteen hundred and fifty-nine nights
 For today in the breathing name of Brahms
      and the cat of Christopher Smart
      through the unbroken line of language and all the nouns
      stored in the angular gyrus
      today is a commencing
 For this is the day you know too little
      against the day when you will know too much
 For you will be invincible
      and vulnerable in the same breath
      which is the breath of your patients
 For their breath is our breathing and our reason
 For the patient will know the answer
      and you will ask him
      ask her
 For the family may know the answer
 For there may be no answer
      and you will know too little again
      or there will be an answer and you will know too much
      forever
 For you will look smart and feel ignorant
      and the patient will not know which day it is for you
      and you will pretend to be smart out of ignorance
 For you must fear ignorance more than cyanosis
 For whole days will move in the direction of rain
 For you will cry and there will be no one to talk to
      or no one but yourself
 For you will be lonely
 For you will be alone
 For there is a difference
 For there is no seriousness like joy
 For there is no joy like seriousness
 For the days will run together in gallops and the years
      go by as fast as the speed of thought
      which is faster than the speed of light
      or Superman
      or Superwoman
 For you will not be Superman
 For you will not be Superwoman
 For you will not be Solomon
      but you will be asked the question nevertheless 
 For after you learn what to do, how and when to do it
      the question will be whether
 For there will be addictions: whiskey, tobacco, love
 For they will be difficult to cure
 For you yourself will pass the kidney stone of pain
      and be joyful
 For this is the end of examinations
 For this is the beginning of testing
 For Death will give the final examination
      and everyone will pass
 For the sun is always right on time
      and even that may be reason for a kind of joy
 For there are all kinds of
      all degrees of joy
 For love is the highest joy
 For which reason the best hospital is a house of joy
      even with rooms of pain and loss
      exits of misunderstanding
 For there is the mortar of faith
 For it helps to believe
 For Mozart can heal and no one knows where he is buried
 For penicillin can heal
      and the word
      and the knife
 For the placebo will work and you will think you know why
 For the placebo will have side effects and you will know
      you do not know why
 For none of these may heal
 For joy is nothing if not mysterious
 For your patients will test you for spleen
      and for the four humors
 For they will know the answer
 For they have the disease
 For disease will peer up over the hedge
      of health, with only its eyes showing
 For the T waves will be peaked and you will not know why
 For there will be computers
 For there will be hard data and they will be hard
      to understand
 For the trivial will trap you and the important escape you
 For the Committee will be unable to resolve the question
 For there will be the arts
      and some will call them
      soft data
      whereas in fact they are the hard data
      by which our lives are lived
 For everyone comes to the arts too late
 For you can be trained to listen only for the oboe
      out of the whole orchestra
 For you may need to strain to hear the voice of the patient
      in the thin reed of his crying
 For you will learn to see most acutely out of 
      the corner of your eye
      to hear best with your inner ear
 For there are late signs and early signs
 For the patient's story will come to you
      like hunger, like thirst
 For you will know the answer
      like second nature, like first
 For the patient will live
      and you will try to understand
 For you will be amazed
      or the patient will not live
      and you will try to understand
 For you will be baffled
 For you will try to explain both, either, to the family
 For there will be laying on of hands
      and the letting go
 For love is what death would always intend if it had the choice
 For the fever will drop, the bone remold along
 its lines of force
      the speech return
      the mind remember itself
 For there will be days of joy
 For there will be elevators of elation
      and you will walk triumphantly
      in purest joy
      along the halls of the hospital
      and say Yes to all the dark corners
      where no one is listening
 For the heart will lead
 For the head will explain
      but the final common pathway is the heart
      whatever kingdom may come
 For what matters finally is how the human spirit is spent
 For this is the day of joy
 For this is the morning to rejoice
 For this is the beginning
      Therefore, let us rejoice
      Gaudeamus igitur.
  
 
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Sincerely,
Dr. Hendrick









