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Medical Gaslighting And The Struggle With Hypochondria


There are a couple of parameters, expectations, and definitions I need to begin with this post. And I will go right for it. Medical gaslighting occurs when healthcare professionals dismiss, minimize, or invalidate a patient’s symptoms and concerns. Hypochondria is an emotional condition characterized by an excessive, persistent, and unfounded fear of having or developing a serious medical illness. Now that I have set the definitions you can understand where I am coming from.

(image courtesy of Choosing Therapy)

I have been blessed most of my life, with not just having the proper care for everything I deal with, but for having the right doctors. My personality helps as well, in that my doctors know that I do not reach out to them, unless something is definitely wrong. My primary care doctor of nearly forty years normally only saw me once a year for a seasonal allergy shot, so when I showed up one day with huge “blisters”, itching and painful, even the administrators knew it was something serious.

But in recent years, and perhaps not so recent, something has been happening to medical care in the United States, and it has not been good. It is bad enough that costs of both the health care and insurance continue to climb, a la “profit over patients”. It is unthinkable that access to doctors, lack of availability often unable to schedule an appointment in less than a year is now the norm. Insurance companies now determine what care you can have, often based on AI. And then there is the hierarchy of care, something I know I struggle with, unable to see a doctor, you can see any one of their underlings, a physical assistant, a registered nurse, a certified nurse, a nurse practitioner, and more, all who have less experience than the one you need to see, the doctor. They give responsibilities to these lower levels of care (as well as less pay) to justify their value of the appointment, but clearly, if you have something seriously wrong, you need the best care available, not follow the time consuming steps to reach the pinnacle, the doctor.

For those deeply entrenched in the medical world, albeit unwillingly, there is a phenomenon making medical care even worse when it happens, medical gaslighting. Gaslighting is a form of psychological and emotional abuse where a manipulator distorts the truth to make someone question their own memory, perception, or sanity. In fact, this was made into a 1944 movie, titled “Gaslight” starring Ingred Bergman and Angela Lansberry. It is a black and white movie (for you kids that was before color films came along), that actually is still kind of stressful to watch. But at the end of the movie, you totally get what gaslighting is. So how does it apply in the world of medicine? The answer should be, “it shouldn’t”.

Imagine you are a patient dealing with a chronic illness or a disease such as cancer. In dealing with any medical situation, that you are so far away from feeling healed or recovered, it is not uncommon for us to let our caregivers know when we are dealing with potential side effects or are not feeling well. Instead, the patient is made to feel that how they are feeling is “all in their head.” The medical person does not seem interested in pursuing the patient’s concern, not asking follow-up questions, or worse, deflecting away from the problem. This is medical gaslighting. I need to be clear, I have never experienced this myself as a patient, but I have seen it first hand as a caregiver. And it is horrifying to watch. Worse, it delays the actual diagnosis, leads to inadequate treatment, the biggest concern, the patient develops a loss of trust in the health care system, and the provider.

“It’s all in your head.” “You’re just looking for attention.” “You’re just hormonal.” “It just comes with getting older.” “You’re overreacting.”

Because if the medical caregiver is successful with their approach, the patient walks away not only not treated properly, but feeling an excessive anxious condition, called hypochondria, having a fear that something is wrong despite little or no supporting medical evidence. But there is a huge difference between having a fear that something is wrong, and knowing something is wrong. And if a patient is being gaslit medically, and the patient knows full well something is wrong, feeling like they are a hypochondriac, incorrectly, can be a fatal response.

I am willing to admit, especially as a long term cancer survivor, not everyone in the medical world knows about us, and the many health issues we face. Until a couple of decades ago, we were barely recognized because we weren’t expected to live this long to develop these late effects, which of course were not researched. But if you are dealing with as caregiver who lacks that knowledge, and instead blames the patient, that is medical gaslighting.

This is not to say that hypochondria is not real. It most certainly is, but when it is created in a patient because someone trusted for necessary medical attention does not have either the necessary skill or education, and then treats the patient as if their situation is not real, that is a real problem.

I am very open about my medical history. I have a list of diagnosis a page long. I could not imagine, as I am dealing with yet a new symptom (as I wrote in my last post), being told that “it was nothing” or “in my head.” Those who have cared for me know that I struggle with recognizing symptoms as it is, but just because I have frequent flyer miles in the medical community, blow me off with a symptom once, and I will ignore them everytime they come up. And that could be a fatal judgement.

My advocacy is always for the patient and survivor who deal with these weird anomolies, you know, the kind you would see in the old tv series “House.” Just because the patient doesn’t meet the metrics for age for the symptoms, or happens to have a lot of stuff wrong with them, especially through no fault of their own (like the treatments used to save my life from cancer and the late effects they have caused later in life), trust me, while I respect and appreciate every minute I get with my medical team, neither of us want to be in that exam room. But for now, I know I have care providers that will not gaslight me. The same cannot be said for many of my fellow survivors.

All is not hopeless, there are things that can be done if you are being gaslit. It is unfortunate as you likely have enough on your plate, that you need to advocate even harder to be taken seriously. It always helps to have a “caregiver” or second set of ears at your appointment, because as a patient, there is always the risk you won’t hear everything you need, but instead that caregiver will now be a witness as well as an advocate. Document everything either in writing, or recording with your cell phone (you do need to let them know you are recording, and state that it is only to remember details of the appointment). Seek a second opinion, no doctor should ever be offended or upset by this step. Best case, nothing found, and that is good. Worse case, something does get diagnosed. Request documentation, for the doctor or provider to note in your chart the refusal to run a certain test or treat. Doing so may force them to reconsider.

It is easy to take medical gaslighting personally, and you should, but the ire should be directed appropriately to the corporate ways and procedures dictated and insurance guidelines that are now directing our medical care. I do not believe for one minute that any provider from nurse to doctor is malicious or manipulative. Unfortunately, they simply may not have a choice.

I want to be clear, I do not know all the ins and outs of how medical practices and specialties work. And I have been blessed as I said, to not have providers blow me off or dismiss me. But I am now experiencing the difficulties of seeing the level of care I need, instead to have only available lower levels of providers, who I want to be clear I have so much respect for. But in the end, I am getting charged the same as if I were seeing the doctors, and the insurance companies are still seeing profits, hand over fist, rather, profits over patients. But that is another post.

As always, I welcome comments on my posts. I know I have several doctors who follow me. If I have said anything inaccurate, please correct me and I can edit my post. If you feel there is anything that should be added, I can do that.

Being Ghosted While Going Through Cancer (Or Any Other Time Of Need)


(photo courtesy of Netflix)

When we see the word “ghost”, we typically associate it with something scary, like other monsters, or situations like being haunted by the afterlife. But “ghost” took on a different meaning in the 21st century, and it is no longer about entertainment, but hurt, anger, and pain. Our culture has now assigned a new definition to the word “ghost,” suddenly ignore someone, cut off, or disappear. The act of ghosting is actually ironic, because ghosts do not hide or avoid presence, and the act of ghosting is just that, avoiding. Ghosts want to be present. Oh well, the irony.

So why do people ghost another, especially when support is needed the most? It could be a lack of understanding what the person being “ghosted” is going through. It could also be an overwhelming fear of witnessing something so horrible, not wanting the lifetime of memories that will come with that. For some, it is as selfish as not wanting that kind of negativity in their lives.

But wait, isn’t the person going through cancer, having to deal with the worst of it all? Friends, family, co-workers, can’t handle the fact that someone they know is dealing with cancer, yet they have the ability and make the decision to protect their feelings and just up and walk away? I will bet donuts to dollars there is not one cancer patient or survivor who would not have wanted the option of just walking away from it all, but we could not. We wanted to be cured, hear the word remission, live. And we wanted those who have been with us, in good times and bad, to be there for us, to help us when we struggled, to pick us up. I did not go through a selection process decades ago, who I felt would stand by me in my times of need. I had no idea who I could count on when I got my cancer news. In fact, it didn’t matter to me. And honestly, it was never a thought that those in my life would “ghost” me, because I had not dealt with any adversity in my life until I got told I had cancer. And then it happened.

One by one, everyone gave me the “aw, I’m so sorry”, and I believed they were all so sincere. For many, I would become the first person they personally knew that had cancer. If looking into their face was looking into a mirror, I could see the fear in their eyes. I hoped that they could not see the fear in my eyes. And then, they were gone. I was too busy puking, sleeping, going through treatments, resting, working, everything else, to notice people were disappearing from my life. I would reach out just to check in, touch base, “hey, it’s been a while, just thought I would catch up…”, an effort clearly not reciprocated, and not until my treatments ended did I realize what had happened, who was still there, and who was not.

Then came the anger, the hurt, the pain, the disappointment. And to this day, those that chose to bail on me back then, have not returned. But while I was the one going through treatments, I was the one facing something that could kill me, I was the one struggling, their “ghosting” me, had nothing to do with me. Their decision to distance themselves from me was all them. Their inability to stand by me was not my problem, and clearly back then, I did not need anything more to deal with.

Does it still hurt? Disappoint? Anger? Even after all of these years? Sure it does. But again, my acknowledgement that their inability to deal with adversity when someone close to them needs them the most, is a “they” problem, not a “me” problem. I know, and those who have stuck by me all of these years know, the only ghost I will be, will be the traditional ghost, with a purpose and some fun to be had, settling some scores and teaching some lessons.

This “ghosting” happens all of the time. They key is to recognize that it is not a you problem, or the fact that you are dealing with cancer or any other serious issue. Look around you to those who are still standing by your side because they are likely the ones who have always been there, and likely will.

Before That Next Milestone


I have a huge milestone coming up in my cancer survivorship of Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. And unlike past milestones, I want to be able to recognize it, and celebrate it, because it really is and should be a big deal. But I have this issue, survivors’s guilt that I have carried with me my entire survivorship. And it is powerful enough, that with each milestone I recognize, there comes a “yeah but” with every recognition.

I have been this way my entire survivorship. Even as I was going through my treatments, I was so hard on myself, unable and unwilling to give myself credit for what I was going through in spite of pleas from my nurse and counselors. No one is tougher on themselves with survivorship than I am. It is even documented in my medical records. I went through lifetimes, that’s plural, lifetimes of levels of exposure to radiation therapy, and the most toxic of chemotherapy, and yet, my attitude was always “someone has it worse than me.” I was not going to allow myself to feel pity or mercy when others I perceived were going through worse. Through my survivorship, this attitude has continued with the various late side effects from my treatments that I deal with. I talk a good game with those who feel their issues are not as bad others, and I remind them, “that does not make your issues any less real, any less painful, any less important.” Empathy, having been there, done that, I feel a level of guilt each milestone, anniversary, or birthday that I get to experience, when others do not. My survivor’s guilt is not in having survived cancer, not at all. I am 100% grateful for all that I have gotten to experience over the years. No, my survivor’s guilt is for all those survivors that I have been blessed to have met in my life, in all stages of their survivorship from treatment to life after, no longer here, some never having even had the chance. That is my guilt. Why me and not them? As I write this, news has just gotten to me of yet another long term survivor of Hodgkin’s has passed. Of the first three survivors I ever met, over thirty years ago, only two of us still remain. A kid of 24 years old, in remission from Hodgkin’s only a few months before he passed away due to treatment side effects. Long term survivors who needed surgeries to address late side effects for their heart, lungs, skin cancer, etc., only to succumb to complications. And there there are those who have spontaneous events that their bodies just cannot go through anymore. I have had my share of time spent in the ICU, on the operating table, 3 heart surgeries and others, pending cancer diagnosis, and my list goes on. Why am I still here, and others are not? Please, do not tell me I am lucky. Luck has nothing to do with it or I would stand on the beach during a thunderstorm or play the lottery.

Over my years, I have heard my doctors and nurses try to encourage me, to get me to understand how extreme everything was that I went through. And I would tell them that I understood more than they knew. But my internal “toughness” was how I dealt with my cancer, and how I deal with my survivorship. As a result, each milestone, every anniversary, and all of my birthdays, I do celebrate with a “yeah but…” I want this year to be different. I want to give myself permission, that it is okay to celebrate as loudly as I can, what a big deal this next milestone will be. And I know there will be so many that want to celebrate with me.

After some thought, I came up with an idea this year to help me to really appreciate this upcoming Friday, while recognizing and remembering all those who came into my life through survivorship, but not here to celebrate with me. I am going to take care of this, as well as some other things before Friday, all that will be left then is to celebrate a very big day.

I maintain a memorial page of survivors no longer with us, who had the same cancer as me, Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. Some survived decades, and some never even made it into remission. I personally knew most of them. They provided inspiration to me. I miss them and wish they were here right now to see this day. And my thoughts are always with those facing surgeries and other medical interventions for the late side effects.

Now for the other part that I need to take care, and release if you will. There has been a lot of toxicity that I have carried over these four decades, and as Buddha tells us, I need to let this go, it does not matter. In fact, it never has. And so, I am going to let it go.

Friends, co-workers, and even family members who turned their backs on me, selfishly disappearing because of fear or the negativity of cancer having come into their life with me in it, even though I was the one facing it. Spoiler alert, I am still here, and you are not. And this behavior has continued as I dealt with all the late side effect health issues that I have faced. I know I sound angry, but it is more of a disappointment. In a time when I needed the support most, many chose to bail. Or worse.

I do not speak of it often, but when I say “worse”, it is not an understatement. For more than a decade during my survivorship, I found myself having to survive something I consider more difficult than my cancer and all of my health issues combined, divorce. Imagine, cancer should easily be one of the worst things a person deals with. But with cancer, at least there was going to be an end, and at least there was a plan to get me through it and the people responsible for getting me through it, I had confidence in doing so. Not so with my divorce. For ten years, I faced multiple players who felt they had a stake in my divorce, and the relationship with my daughters. Friends chose sides. Family turned their backs. All claimed to have my daughters best interests yet chose an involvement that meant to cause only the greatest harm to them, if efforts had been successful to keep my daughters from me, a fate that would have been worse to me than dying from my cancer. I actually have messages from trolls wishing me ill that I have not forgotten. But I cannot help but think, of all those that wanted to watch my daughters grow, when was the last time you actually saw them? Because if you had not turned your backs on me, against me, you would see how wonderfully they are doing, well in school, and beautiful young women. And yes, they love their Dad.

It is not lost on me, I do not take my milestones for granted, each possibly being my last one. I have great doctors who take care of what they see, which leaves only the unexpected to happen. Longevity is not something the paternal side of my family is known for, most barely reaching 55 years old, so that strike is already against me, then you add my cancer and all my late side effects. So I am more than aware of my mortality and how fragile it is. My father as he dealt with his lung cancer said, “all I want to do is reach my 70th birthday.” He passed at the age of 70. I am not making any final milestone announcement because I still have so many to reach.

And that is where I am going to leave this off. My next post, likely on Friday, is going to be about that milestone. I am releasing the things that bear down on me so that I can allow myself to celebrate this milestone. And it will be the best, as my daughters will be by my side, as they always have been.

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