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longbow: 接受失败,不放弃每一个机会,活出生命的精彩
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发信人: longbow (12345), 信区: MedicalCareer
标 题: 随遇而安 (请勿至顶,转载)
发信站: BBS 未名空间站 (Thu Jul 30 13:03:38 2009, 美东)

我想很多人对随遇而安是很不屑的,可是我从来都不是与命运相抗争的人, 我相信 一命二运三风水,顺势而行,事半功倍。

最大的敌人往往就是自己。很多时候我们被自己内心的恐惧,贪婪搞的心烦意乱,烦躁不堪, 在取舍之间犹疑不定, 自乱阵脚。六神不定, 输的干干净净。

定下目标以后,想清楚当前自己应该做什么,怎么去做。然后每天把该做的做好就可以了。将来做成了固然好, 做不成, 既然自己已经尽力了,就没有什么可后悔的,认赌服输, move on.

人身在世几十年,没有必要非要做成什么事情,成就什么事业。不为未来烦恼, 不为过去后悔, 专心做现在目前你能做的事情。鼠目寸光其实不坏。

我的USMLE 只有76-80分,没法和板上大多数人比。但我有一些文章, 虽然不好,但总比没有强。我的语言也还好。所以我争取和医生门多打交道,参加他们的Grand rounds。虽然如此,几年前我还是没有MATCH上。但也许是天道酬勤,一个很好的PROGRAM 有人来不了了,好运落到我的头上。

去年我去 match "one of the most competitive fellowship" (不想被人肉),虽然我发了些文章,但我的RESIDENCY 做的实在一般,USMLE 又不好, 所以一个面世都没有。所幸,今年初参加了本行业的年会,认识了一些同行业的前辈,最终给我一个UNMATCH 的位子。

虽然residency做很努力,但到底知识比那些牛人同学有欠缺。毕业时间也长了,一开始临床的东西忘的太多,大多老师提的问题也答不出。所以一开始就没有考虑fellowship, 给自己定的目标就是生存.很苦的干了一年后,觉得虽然还不能和牛人比, 但差距也不是那么大了,才开始考虑fellowship. 因为一开始我就没有和人比的心,所以我的人缘比较好, 一个fellow 有几篇几乎做完的文章,让我执笔,我写的很认真,老老实实给病人打电话确认治疗效果,认真查资料。后来别的fellow 们偷懒,也找我写,就这样我发了一些文章。我的意思是,不要为未来烦恼,抓住目前的机遇,把当前的工作“尽心“做好,人们是愿意帮助虽然水平有限,但尽心尽力做工作的人.

我是一路捡漏捡上来的,大牛自然对我这种人是不屑 的。大鱼有大鱼的活法, 小鱼小虾也有自己的出路, 作为小鱼小虾我踏踏实实专心去做我想做的事情,虽然能力有限,但我不放弃每一个机会。因为我不是牛人,我更能够接受失败,认赌服输,决不纠缠过去的失败,怨天尤人,在失败后找到一个现实目标继续move on。即使是条小鱼,也要活出生命的精彩!

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发信人: USMedEdu (US_CMGs), 信区: Biology
标 题: Re: 生活是美丽的。
发信站: BBS 未名空间站 (Thu Jan 27 18:13:03 2011, 美东)

Terra Firma — A Journey from Migrant Farm Labor
to Neurosurgery

Alfredo Quiñones-Hinojosa, M.D.

http://content.nejm.org/cgi/reprint/357/6/529.pdf
“You will spend the rest of
your life working in the
fields,” my cousin told me when
I arrived in the United States in
the mid-1980s. This fate indeed
appeared likely: a 19-
year-old illegal migrant
farm worker, I
had no English language
skills and no
dependable means of
support. I had grown
up in a small Mexican
farming community,
where I began
working at my father’s
gas station at
the age of 5. Our
family was poor, and
we were subject to the diseases
of poverty: my earliest memory
is of my infant sister’s death
from diarrhea when I was 3 years
old. But my parents worked long
hours and had always made
enough money to feed us, until
an economic crisis hit our country
in the 1970s. Then they could
no longer support the family,
and although I trained to be a
teacher, I could not put enough
food on the table either.
Desperate for a livable income,
I packed my few belongings
and, with $65 in my pocket,
crossed the U.S. border illegally.
The first time I hopped the fence
into California, I was caught
and sent back to Mexico, but I
tried again and succeeded. I am
not condoning illegal immigration;
honestly, at the time, the
law was far from the front of my
mind. I was merely responding
to the dream of a better life, the
hope of escaping poverty so that
one day I could return home triumphant.
Reality, however, posed
a stark contrast to the dream. I
spent long days in the fields picking
fruits and vegetables, sleeping
under leaky camper shells,
eating anything I could get, with
hands bloodied from pulling
weeds — the very same hands
that today perform brain surgery.
My days as a farm worker
taught me a great deal about
economics, politics, and society.
I learned that being illegal and
poor in a foreign country could
be more painful than any poverty
I had previously experienced.
I learned that our society sometimes
treats us differently depending
on the places we have
been and the education we have
obtained. When my cousin told
me I would never escape that life
of poverty, I became determined
to prove him wrong. I took night
Copyright © 2007 Massachusetts Medical Society. All rights reserved.
Downloaded from www.nejm.org at THE OHIO STATE UNIV on August 26, 2007 .
PERSPECTIVE
n engl j med 357;6 www.nejm.org august 9, 200530 7
jobs as a janitor and subsequently
as a welder that allowed me to
attend a community college where
I could learn English.
In 1989, while I was working
for a railroad company as a welder
and high-pressure valve specialist,
I had an accident that
caused me to reevaluate my life
once again. I fell into a tank car
that was used to carry liquefied
petroleum gas. My father was
working at the same company.
Hearing a coworker’s cry for help,
he tried to get into the tank; fortunately,
someone stopped him. It
was my brother-in-law, Ramon,
who climbed in and saved my
life. He was taken out of the
tank unconscious but regained
consciousness quickly. By the time
I was rescued, my heart rate had
slowed almost to zero, but I was
resuscitated in time. When I
awoke, I saw a person dressed all
in white and was flooded with a
sense of security, confidence, and
protection, knowing that a doctor
was taking care of me. Although
it was clear to me that our
poverty and inability to speak English
usually translated into suboptimal
health care for my community,
the moment I saw this
physician at my bedside, I felt I
had reached terra firma, that I had
a guardian.
After community college, I was
accepted at the University of California,
Berkeley, where a combination
of excellent mentorship,
scholarships, and my own passion
for math and science led me to
research in the neurosciences. One
of my mentors there convinced
me, despite my skepticism, that
I could go anywhere I wanted for
medical school. Thanks to such
support and encouragement, I
eventually went to Harvard Medical
School. As I pursued my own
education, I became increasingly
aware of the need and responsibility
we have to educate our country’s
poor.
It is no secret that minority
communities have the highest
dropout rates and the lowest
educational achievement levels
in the country. The pathway to
higher education and professional
training programs is not
“primed” for minority students.
In 1994, when I started medical
school, members of minority
groups made up about 18% of
the U.S. population but accounted
for only 3.7% of the faculty in
U.S. medical schools. I was very
fortunate to find outstanding
minority role models, but though
their quality was high, their numbers
were low.
Given my background, perhaps
it is not surprising that I
did not discover the field of neurosurgery
until I was a medical
student. I vividly remember when,
in my third year of medical
school, I first witnessed neurosurgeons
peeling back the dura
and exposing a real, live, throbbing
human brain. I recall feeling
absolute awe and humility —
and an immediate and deep
recognition of the intimacy between
a patient and a doctor.
That year, one of my professors
strongly encouraged me to
go into primary care, arguing
that it was the best way for me
to serve my Hispanic immigrant
community. Although I had initially
intended to return to Mexico
triumphant, I had since fallen
in love with this country, and
I soon found myself immersed
in and committed to the betterment
of U.S. society. With my
sights set on neurosurgery after
medical school, I followed my
heart and instincts and have tried
to contribute to my community
and the larger society in my own
way. I see a career in academic
medicine as an opportunity not
only to improve our understanding
and treatment of human diseases
but also to provide leadership
within medicine and support
to future scientists, medical students,
and physician scientists
from minority and nonminority
groups alike.
Terra Firma — A Journey from Migrant Farm Labor to Neurosurgery
Copyright © 2007 Massachusetts Medical Society. All rights reserved.
Downloaded from www.nejm.org at THE OHIO STATE UNIV on August 26, 2007 .
n engl j med 357;6 www.nejm.org august 9, 2007
PERSPECTIVE
531
My grandmother was the medicine
woman in the small town in
rural Mexico where I grew up.
As I have gotten older, I have
come to recognize the crucial
role she played not only in instilling
in me the value of healing
but also in determining the
fate and future of others. She was
my first role model, and throughout
my life I have depended on
the help of my mentors in pursuing
my dreams. Like many other
illegal immigrants, I arrived in
the United States able only to
contemplate those dreams — I
was not at that point on solid
ground. From the fields of the
San Joaquin Valley in California
to the field of neurosurgery, it
has been quite a journey. Today,
as a neurosurgeon and researcher,
I am taking part in the larger
journey of medicine, both caring
for patients and conducting
clinical and translational research
on brain cancer that I hope will
lead to innovative ways of fighting
devastating disease. And as
a citizen of the United States, I am
also participating in the great
journey of this country. For immigrants
like me, this voyage still
means the pursuit of a better
life — and the opportunity to
give back to society.
An interview with Dr. Quiñones-Hinojosa
can be heard at www.nejm.org.
Dr. Quiñones-Hinojosa is an assistant professor
of neurosurgery and oncology and
director of the brain-tumor stem-cell laboratory
at Johns Hopkins School of Medicine,
Baltimore, and director of the braintumor
program at the Johns Hopkins
Bayview campus.
Copyright © 2007 Massachusetts Medical Society.
Terra Firma — A Journey from Migrant Farm Labor to Neurosurgery
Pay for Performance, Version 2.0?
Thomas H. Lee, M.D.
“Old wine in a new bottle.” “A
financial gamble.” “An early
glimpse of the next generation of
pay for performance.” All these
appraisals have been applied to
Geisinger Health System’s new approach
to elective coronary-artery
bypass grafting (CABG), which
has been described with words
rarely invoked in health care, such
as “promise” and “guarantee.”
Geisinger, an integrated health
care delivery system in northeastern
Pennsylvania, promises
that 40 key processes will be
completed for every patient who
undergoes elective CABG — even
though several of the “benchmarks”
are to be reached before
or after hospitalization. And although
Geisinger cannot guarantee
good clinical outcomes, it
charges a standard flat rate that
covers care for related complications
during the 90 days after
surgery.
As a member of Geisinger’s
board of directors, I have watched
this program evolve over the past
year, and I see truth in all three
of the above assessments. Many
of the core components of the
program are familiar, but this
sort of application of those components
represents a foray into
the unknown. Since a front-page
article in the New York Times on
May 17, 2007, drew national attention
to the Geisinger program,
other hospitals have been
watching closely and wondering
whether they, too, should go
down this road. Those who examine
it closely will quickly discover
that the program is less
about cardiac surgery than about
the search for an alternative to
traditional fee-for-service care.
The basic concept is far from
radical. The seven cardiac surgeons
in the Geisinger delivery
system agreed on 40 processes
that should be completed during
the care of every patient undergoing
elective CABG. Most of
the “Proven Care Benchmarks”
come directly from guidelines
established by the American College
of Cardiology and the American
Heart Association (ACC–AHA)
(see box). These steps (such as
the administration of preoperative
antibiotics at a specified time)
are prominent in the critical pathways
in use for cardiac surgery
at many other hospitals.
The list does not force the surgeons
to practice “cookbook medicine.”
For example, they do not
necessarily have to use epiaortic
echocardiography to screen for
atheromata before manipulating
the aorta. But the protocol requires
that they consider this test
and document the reason if they
decide not to use it.
Closer inspection reveals some
other items on the list that would
be new to most critical pathways
for CABG. The first benchmark
that must be documented is a
statement of the indication for
CABG according to the ACC–AHA
guidelines.1 These guidelines de-
Copyright © 2007 Massachusetts Medical Society. All rights reserved.

Downloaded from www.nejm.org at THE OHIO STATE UNIV on August 26, 2007 .
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发信人: USMedEdu (US_CMGs), 信区: Biology
标 题: Re: 生活是美丽的。
发信站: BBS 未名空间站 (Thu Jan 27 18:13:03 2011, 美东)

Terra Firma — A Journey from Migrant Farm Labor
to Neurosurgery

Alfredo Quiñones-Hinojosa, M.D.

http://content.nejm.org/cgi/reprint/357/6/529.pdf
“You will spend the rest of
your life working in the
fields,” my cousin told me when
I arrived in the United States in
the mid-1980s. This fate indeed
appeared likely: a 19-
year-old illegal migrant
farm worker, I
had no English language
skills and no
dependable means of
support. I had grown
up in a small Mexican
farming community,
where I began
working at my father’s
gas station at
the age of 5. Our
family was poor, and
we were subject to the diseases
of poverty: my earliest memory
is of my infant sister’s death
from diarrhea when I was 3 years
old. But my parents worked long
hours and had always made
enough money to feed us, until
an economic crisis hit our country
in the 1970s. Then they could
no longer support the family,
and although I trained to be a
teacher, I could not put enough
food on the table either.
Desperate for a livable income,
I packed my few belongings
and, with $65 in my pocket,
crossed the U.S. border illegally.
The first time I hopped the fence
into California, I was caught
and sent back to Mexico, but I
tried again and succeeded. I am
not condoning illegal immigration;
honestly, at the time, the
law was far from the front of my
mind. I was merely responding
to the dream of a better life, the
hope of escaping poverty so that
one day I could return home triumphant.
Reality, however, posed
a stark contrast to the dream. I
spent long days in the fields picking
fruits and vegetables, sleeping
under leaky camper shells,
eating anything I could get, with
hands bloodied from pulling
weeds — the very same hands
that today perform brain surgery.
My days as a farm worker
taught me a great deal about
economics, politics, and society.
I learned that being illegal and
poor in a foreign country could
be more painful than any poverty
I had previously experienced.
I learned that our society sometimes
treats us differently depending
on the places we have
been and the education we have
obtained. When my cousin told
me I would never escape that life
of poverty, I became determined
to prove him wrong. I took night
Copyright © 2007 Massachusetts Medical Society. All rights reserved.
Downloaded from www.nejm.org at THE OHIO STATE UNIV on August 26, 2007 .
PERSPECTIVE
n engl j med 357;6 www.nejm.org august 9, 200530 7
jobs as a janitor and subsequently
as a welder that allowed me to
attend a community college where
I could learn English.
In 1989, while I was working
for a railroad company as a welder
and high-pressure valve specialist,
I had an accident that
caused me to reevaluate my life
once again. I fell into a tank car
that was used to carry liquefied
petroleum gas. My father was
working at the same company.
Hearing a coworker’s cry for help,
he tried to get into the tank; fortunately,
someone stopped him. It
was my brother-in-law, Ramon,
who climbed in and saved my
life. He was taken out of the
tank unconscious but regained
consciousness quickly. By the time
I was rescued, my heart rate had
slowed almost to zero, but I was
resuscitated in time. When I
awoke, I saw a person dressed all
in white and was flooded with a
sense of security, confidence, and
protection, knowing that a doctor
was taking care of me. Although
it was clear to me that our
poverty and inability to speak English
usually translated into suboptimal
health care for my community,
the moment I saw this
physician at my bedside, I felt I
had reached terra firma, that I had
a guardian.
After community college, I was
accepted at the University of California,
Berkeley, where a combination
of excellent mentorship,
scholarships, and my own passion
for math and science led me to
research in the neurosciences. One
of my mentors there convinced
me, despite my skepticism, that
I could go anywhere I wanted for
medical school. Thanks to such
support and encouragement, I
eventually went to Harvard Medical
School. As I pursued my own
education, I became increasingly
aware of the need and responsibility
we have to educate our country’s
poor.
It is no secret that minority
communities have the highest
dropout rates and the lowest
educational achievement levels
in the country. The pathway to
higher education and professional
training programs is not
“primed” for minority students.
In 1994, when I started medical
school, members of minority
groups made up about 18% of
the U.S. population but accounted
for only 3.7% of the faculty in
U.S. medical schools. I was very
fortunate to find outstanding
minority role models, but though
their quality was high, their numbers
were low.
Given my background, perhaps
it is not surprising that I
did not discover the field of neurosurgery
until I was a medical
student. I vividly remember when,
in my third year of medical
school, I first witnessed neurosurgeons
peeling back the dura
and exposing a real, live, throbbing
human brain. I recall feeling
absolute awe and humility —
and an immediate and deep
recognition of the intimacy between
a patient and a doctor.
That year, one of my professors
strongly encouraged me to
go into primary care, arguing
that it was the best way for me
to serve my Hispanic immigrant
community. Although I had initially
intended to return to Mexico
triumphant, I had since fallen
in love with this country, and
I soon found myself immersed
in and committed to the betterment
of U.S. society. With my
sights set on neurosurgery after
medical school, I followed my
heart and instincts and have tried
to contribute to my community
and the larger society in my own
way. I see a career in academic
medicine as an opportunity not
only to improve our understanding
and treatment of human diseases
but also to provide leadership
within medicine and support
to future scientists, medical students,
and physician scientists
from minority and nonminority
groups alike.
Terra Firma — A Journey from Migrant Farm Labor to Neurosurgery
Copyright © 2007 Massachusetts Medical Society. All rights reserved.
Downloaded from www.nejm.org at THE OHIO STATE UNIV on August 26, 2007 .
n engl j med 357;6 www.nejm.org august 9, 2007
PERSPECTIVE
531
My grandmother was the medicine
woman in the small town in
rural Mexico where I grew up.
As I have gotten older, I have
come to recognize the crucial
role she played not only in instilling
in me the value of healing
but also in determining the
fate and future of others. She was
my first role model, and throughout
my life I have depended on
the help of my mentors in pursuing
my dreams. Like many other
illegal immigrants, I arrived in
the United States able only to
contemplate those dreams — I
was not at that point on solid
ground. From the fields of the
San Joaquin Valley in California
to the field of neurosurgery, it
has been quite a journey. Today,
as a neurosurgeon and researcher,
I am taking part in the larger
journey of medicine, both caring
for patients and conducting
clinical and translational research
on brain cancer that I hope will
lead to innovative ways of fighting
devastating disease. And as
a citizen of the United States, I am
also participating in the great
journey of this country. For immigrants
like me, this voyage still
means the pursuit of a better
life — and the opportunity to
give back to society.
An interview with Dr. Quiñones-Hinojosa
can be heard at www.nejm.org.
Dr. Quiñones-Hinojosa is an assistant professor
of neurosurgery and oncology and
director of the brain-tumor stem-cell laboratory
at Johns Hopkins School of Medicine,
Baltimore, and director of the braintumor
program at the Johns Hopkins
Bayview campus.
Copyright © 2007 Massachusetts Medical Society.
Terra Firma — A Journey from Migrant Farm Labor to Neurosurgery
Pay for Performance, Version 2.0?
Thomas H. Lee, M.D.
“Old wine in a new bottle.” “A
financial gamble.” “An early
glimpse of the next generation of
pay for performance.” All these
appraisals have been applied to
Geisinger Health System’s new approach
to elective coronary-artery
bypass grafting (CABG), which
has been described with words
rarely invoked in health care, such
as “promise” and “guarantee.”
Geisinger, an integrated health
care delivery system in northeastern
Pennsylvania, promises
that 40 key processes will be
completed for every patient who
undergoes elective CABG — even
though several of the “benchmarks”
are to be reached before
or after hospitalization. And although
Geisinger cannot guarantee
good clinical outcomes, it
charges a standard flat rate that
covers care for related complications
during the 90 days after
surgery.
As a member of Geisinger’s
board of directors, I have watched
this program evolve over the past
year, and I see truth in all three
of the above assessments. Many
of the core components of the
program are familiar, but this
sort of application of those components
represents a foray into
the unknown. Since a front-page
article in the New York Times on
May 17, 2007, drew national attention
to the Geisinger program,
other hospitals have been
watching closely and wondering
whether they, too, should go
down this road. Those who examine
it closely will quickly discover
that the program is less
about cardiac surgery than about
the search for an alternative to
traditional fee-for-service care.
The basic concept is far from
radical. The seven cardiac surgeons
in the Geisinger delivery
system agreed on 40 processes
that should be completed during
the care of every patient undergoing
elective CABG. Most of
the “Proven Care Benchmarks”
come directly from guidelines
established by the American College
of Cardiology and the American
Heart Association (ACC–AHA)
(see box). These steps (such as
the administration of preoperative
antibiotics at a specified time)
are prominent in the critical pathways
in use for cardiac surgery
at many other hospitals.
The list does not force the surgeons
to practice “cookbook medicine.”
For example, they do not
necessarily have to use epiaortic
echocardiography to screen for
atheromata before manipulating
the aorta. But the protocol requires
that they consider this test
and document the reason if they
decide not to use it.
Closer inspection reveals some
other items on the list that would
be new to most critical pathways
for CABG. The first benchmark
that must be documented is a
statement of the indication for
CABG according to the ACC–AHA
guidelines.1 These guidelines de-
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Terra Firma — A Journey from Migrant Farm Labor
to Neurosurgery

Alfredo Quiñones-Hinojosa, M.D.

http://content.nejm.org/cgi/reprint/357/6/529.pdf
“You will spend the rest of
your life working in the
fields,” my cousin told me when
I arrived in the United States in
the mid-1980s. This fate indeed
appeared likely: a 19-
year-old illegal migrant
farm worker, I
had no English language
skills and no
dependable means of
support. I had grown
up in a small Mexican
farming community,
where I began
working at my father’s
gas station at
the age of 5. Our
family was poor, and
we were subject to the diseases
of poverty: my earliest memory
is of my infant sister’s death
from diarrhea when I was 3 years
old. But my parents worked long
hours and had always made
enough money to feed us, until
an economic crisis hit our country
in the 1970s. Then they could
no longer support the family,
and although I trained to be a
teacher, I could not put enough
food on the table either.
Desperate for a livable income,
I packed my few belongings
and, with $65 in my pocket,
crossed the U.S. border illegally.
The first time I hopped the fence
into California, I was caught
and sent back to Mexico, but I
tried again and succeeded. I am
not condoning illegal immigration;
honestly, at the time, the
law was far from the front of my
mind. I was merely responding
to the dream of a better life, the
hope of escaping poverty so that
one day I could return home triumphant.
Reality, however, posed
a stark contrast to the dream. I
spent long days in the fields picking
fruits and vegetables, sleeping
under leaky camper shells,
eating anything I could get, with
hands bloodied from pulling
weeds — the very same hands
that today perform brain surgery.
My days as a farm worker
taught me a great deal about
economics, politics, and society.
I learned that being illegal and
poor in a foreign country could
be more painful than any poverty
I had previously experienced.
I learned that our society sometimes
treats us differently depending
on the places we have
been and the education we have
obtained. When my cousin told
me I would never escape that life
of poverty, I became determined
to prove him wrong. I took night
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jobs as a janitor and subsequently
as a welder that allowed me to
attend a community college where
I could learn English.
In 1989, while I was working
for a railroad company as a welder
and high-pressure valve specialist,
I had an accident that
caused me to reevaluate my life
once again. I fell into a tank car
that was used to carry liquefied
petroleum gas. My father was
working at the same company.
Hearing a coworker’s cry for help,
he tried to get into the tank; fortunately,
someone stopped him. It
was my brother-in-law, Ramon,
who climbed in and saved my
life. He was taken out of the
tank unconscious but regained
consciousness quickly. By the time
I was rescued, my heart rate had
slowed almost to zero, but I was
resuscitated in time. When I
awoke, I saw a person dressed all
in white and was flooded with a
sense of security, confidence, and
protection, knowing that a doctor
was taking care of me. Although
it was clear to me that our
poverty and inability to speak English
usually translated into suboptimal
health care for my community,
the moment I saw this
physician at my bedside, I felt I
had reached terra firma, that I had
a guardian.
After community college, I was
accepted at the University of California,
Berkeley, where a combination
of excellent mentorship,
scholarships, and my own passion
for math and science led me to
research in the neurosciences. One
of my mentors there convinced
me, despite my skepticism, that
I could go anywhere I wanted for
medical school. Thanks to such
support and encouragement, I
eventually went to Harvard Medical
School. As I pursued my own
education, I became increasingly
aware of the need and responsibility
we have to educate our country’s
poor.
It is no secret that minority
communities have the highest
dropout rates and the lowest
educational achievement levels
in the country. The pathway to
higher education and professional
training programs is not
“primed” for minority students.
In 1994, when I started medical
school, members of minority
groups made up about 18% of
the U.S. population but accounted
for only 3.7% of the faculty in
U.S. medical schools. I was very
fortunate to find outstanding
minority role models, but though
their quality was high, their numbers
were low.
Given my background, perhaps
it is not surprising that I
did not discover the field of neurosurgery
until I was a medical
student. I vividly remember when,
in my third year of medical
school, I first witnessed neurosurgeons
peeling back the dura
and exposing a real, live, throbbing
human brain. I recall feeling
absolute awe and humility —
and an immediate and deep
recognition of the intimacy between
a patient and a doctor.
That year, one of my professors
strongly encouraged me to
go into primary care, arguing
that it was the best way for me
to serve my Hispanic immigrant
community. Although I had initially
intended to return to Mexico
triumphant, I had since fallen
in love with this country, and
I soon found myself immersed
in and committed to the betterment
of U.S. society. With my
sights set on neurosurgery after
medical school, I followed my
heart and instincts and have tried
to contribute to my community
and the larger society in my own
way. I see a career in academic
medicine as an opportunity not
only to improve our understanding
and treatment of human diseases
but also to provide leadership
within medicine and support
to future scientists, medical students,
and physician scientists
from minority and nonminority
groups alike.
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My grandmother was the medicine
woman in the small town in
rural Mexico where I grew up.
As I have gotten older, I have
come to recognize the crucial
role she played not only in instilling
in me the value of healing
but also in determining the
fate and future of others. She was
my first role model, and throughout
my life I have depended on
the help of my mentors in pursuing
my dreams. Like many other
illegal immigrants, I arrived in
the United States able only to
contemplate those dreams — I
was not at that point on solid
ground. From the fields of the
San Joaquin Valley in California
to the field of neurosurgery, it
has been quite a journey. Today,
as a neurosurgeon and researcher,
I am taking part in the larger
journey of medicine, both caring
for patients and conducting
clinical and translational research
on brain cancer that I hope will
lead to innovative ways of fighting
devastating disease. And as
a citizen of the United States, I am
also participating in the great
journey of this country. For immigrants
like me, this voyage still
means the pursuit of a better
life — and the opportunity to
give back to society.
An interview with Dr. Quiñones-Hinojosa
can be heard at www.nejm.org.
Dr. Quiñones-Hinojosa is an assistant professor
of neurosurgery and oncology and
director of the brain-tumor stem-cell laboratory
at Johns Hopkins School of Medicine,
Baltimore, and director of the braintumor
program at the Johns Hopkins
Bayview campus.
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Terra Firma — A Journey from Migrant Farm Labor to Neurosurgery
Pay for Performance, Version 2.0?
Thomas H. Lee, M.D.
“Old wine in a new bottle.” “A
financial gamble.” “An early
glimpse of the next generation of
pay for performance.” All these
appraisals have been applied to
Geisinger Health System’s new approach
to elective coronary-artery
bypass grafting (CABG), which
has been described with words
rarely invoked in health care, such
as “promise” and “guarantee.”
Geisinger, an integrated health
care delivery system in northeastern
Pennsylvania, promises
that 40 key processes will be
completed for every patient who
undergoes elective CABG — even
though several of the “benchmarks”
are to be reached before
or after hospitalization. And although
Geisinger cannot guarantee
good clinical outcomes, it
charges a standard flat rate that
covers care for related complications
during the 90 days after
surgery.
As a member of Geisinger’s
board of directors, I have watched
this program evolve over the past
year, and I see truth in all three
of the above assessments. Many
of the core components of the
program are familiar, but this
sort of application of those components
represents a foray into
the unknown. Since a front-page
article in the New York Times on
May 17, 2007, drew national attention
to the Geisinger program,
other hospitals have been
watching closely and wondering
whether they, too, should go
down this road. Those who examine
it closely will quickly discover
that the program is less
about cardiac surgery than about
the search for an alternative to
traditional fee-for-service care.
The basic concept is far from
radical. The seven cardiac surgeons
in the Geisinger delivery
system agreed on 40 processes
that should be completed during
the care of every patient undergoing
elective CABG. Most of
the “Proven Care Benchmarks”
come directly from guidelines
established by the American College
of Cardiology and the American
Heart Association (ACC–AHA)
(see box). These steps (such as
the administration of preoperative
antibiotics at a specified time)
are prominent in the critical pathways
in use for cardiac surgery
at many other hospitals.
The list does not force the surgeons
to practice “cookbook medicine.”
For example, they do not
necessarily have to use epiaortic
echocardiography to screen for
atheromata before manipulating
the aorta. But the protocol requires
that they consider this test
and document the reason if they
decide not to use it.
Closer inspection reveals some
other items on the list that would
be new to most critical pathways
for CABG. The first benchmark
that must be documented is a
statement of the indication for
CABG according to the ACC–AHA
guidelines.1 These guidelines de-
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