Journey into Health

I did not want to train further to be part of a system that has been designed with productivity and money in mind, not health, not humanity, not even basic courtesy or care, either for the different kinds of healthcare workers or the patients.

 I worked in a corporate hospital for three months during the second wave of Covid-19 when my two-year-long preparation for post-graduate entrance exams was inconveniently suspended due to the lockdown.

I quit after three months in the middle of a full-blown existential crisis; I did not know what else to do if I had chosen not to be a doctor anymore.

THE FELLOWSHIP WALKED IN

When I visited Sittlingi two months later, the lush green valley opened her arms to me as I basked in her forests, sunsets, and streams, and showed me a path I chose to take, the Travel fellowship program.

The fellowship is born out of the Rural Sensitisation Program- a three-day workshop, where medical students, interns, and postgraduates from any field of healthcare come to discuss and experience medicine being practiced in a much different way than how it is usually taught and practiced in medical colleges and tertiary care hospitals.

The Travel Fellowship in its second batch in 2021, had 11 centers, most of which were primary care centers with a handful of secondary care hospitals where each of the five travel fellows could choose to spend 2-3 months, exploring health and healthcare in different communities and organization which do not work for a profit. We were encouraged to make our own decisions and choose our own centers, in our own time, exploring our own particular interests, as doctors and humans.

We had four mentors, doctors Lalitha and Regi, who had started the Tribal Health Initiative at Sittlingi in 1993, doctors Sara Bhattacharji and Anand Zachariah from Christian Medical College, Vellore.

They mentored and listened to us, respecting our views thoughts, emotions, and judgments. We discussed with them our learnings in each place we spent time in, related to them our stories as we traveled, and gradually unraveled what it means to be a doctor in a system that privatizes healthcare and sells health where only the affordable and privileged can access it, leaving the marginalized and oppressed to fend for themselves as they see fit.

Each of us gave different things of ourselves to the fellowship and took different things back into ourselves and our path thereon. It was a bizarrely new way of learning, unlearning, and exploration that proceeded at our own pace, in sharp contrast to the hustle-culture that pervades our generation, regardless of whichever field and stage of education we are stuck inside, rattling and racing.

As I traveled, I racked my brains, worrying sick over whether I was doing what was expected out of me, and if I was getting the “best” out of the fellowship, disbelief was my immediate response when Dr. Ravi, a Rural surgeon at Tribal Health Initiative wished me luck on my travels and said, “Be sure to have fun!”

Which course has ever asked, or allowed their attendees to have any amount of fun?

But have fun I did, when I realized eventually that there really were no expectations burdened on me, and that these adults in my life were in fact, actually trusting me to do the right things, make mistakes, learn and walk at my own pace, look at the world with my own eyes, open my heart at my own will, taste and digest the experiences in my own individual way and listen with great attentiveness and humor when I narrated them in exhausting detail.


AND THEN I SAW...

I started trusting myself and my perceptions more as a consequence of the trust my numerous mentors extended towards me and their genuine interest in my story as I traveled, haltingly and then with increasing enjoyment and curiosity. There were no wrong turns, only a limitless space of safety and security in which I unfurled by degrees formed my own opinions, and discovered the things that made me feel alive.

There formed a steady thread of people from all the places I traveled through, that I let into my life and heart, innumerable homes I was and still am a part of regardless of time and space, tendrils of friendships and roots of belonging that firmly grounded me, quietly nestling into the vacancies in my life and heart and holding me irrevocably captive.

I slowly found a place in the communities I lived in, exploring my role as a healthcare practitioner inside and outside the system, and understood the necessity of robust primary healthcare, especially in remote and rural areas, that can care for and address the needs of its target population effectively, working in curative and more importantly preventative aspects that will inevitably curb the load of patients reaching secondary and tertiary care centers.

I understood that there is more to health and healthcare than clinical expertise, writing elaborate prescriptions and authoritatively rebuking patients for lack of awareness of health conditions which is what most colleges including my own teach, not to mention the lack of role models and spaces practicing ethical, humane medicine.

I began to see that the health of a person or community has deep-rooted reaches into whichever group they belong to class, caste, gender, culture, religion, and especially geography, equivocally temper how a person perceives and reaches for and successfully accesses healthcare.

A person can be privileged in one aspect and be oppressed in another context and the concept of intersectionality, the multitudes of identities within a single person obviously affects their health, has for generations, and possibly will for many generations to come.

Health need not necessarily be in the hands of the privileged - the allopathic doctors who have supreme confidence in their clinical knowledge and are taught to dismiss other forms and shapes of medicine as untrustworthy, trained to disregard other healthcare providers as lesser beings who are merely present to carry out their orders.

The best healthcare providers are people from the community itself, who when empowered with the exclusive knowledge of health that is chosen upon only the doctors, take up the mantle of responsibility with much courage and strength, painstakingly bringing into their own communities the torches of health and awareness to much respect and well-deserving trust effecting staggering progress and wholesomeness of health to their communities which no top-down approach of health programs can ever hope to achieve.


NOW I SAY TO YOU

The decentralization of health and the role of doctors in educating patients about health, sensitive to the socio-political determinants of that particular community or person is vital, which begins with healthcare providers ourselves opening up to experience the larger, diverse population of our country and its humans, doing whatever is necessary to widen the trickle of healthcare to a steady and sustainable flow where it can reach the last person alive.

The travel fellowship is one of the few non-judgmental, open, and interactive spaces to explore our own selves and our role in the larger scheme of things, especially if we are healthcare workers, where the responsibility of the health of our patients, especially the voiceless, lie in our hands and hearts.

I welcome all those who choose to embark upon this courageous, heartening journey, within or without the fellowship program, to remember that it is right and sane to feel uncomfortable or stifled inside a system that is built without human interests at its core and to take heart in the existence of places and people that satisfying break us in all the right places if and when we open ourselves to experiences that nourish us, no matter where we are in our journey as doctors.