What is Rare - A Look at Oliver Sacks and the Human Condition

In examining disease, we gain wisdom about anatomy and physiology and biology. In examining the person with disease, we gain wisdom about life. –Oliver Sacks

This post was meant to be Part 2 to my “What is Inspiration?” blog post from last week’s Rare Disease Day. I wasn’t feeling well so here it is late. This is a very old illustration but portrays the subject of what my next set of illustrations will touch upon - less about loss and more on the physical pain (unrelated to my GNE condition) I’ve been experiencing and how it feels — pain many endure their entire lives. 

Last week I quoted Oliver Sacks:

I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved; I have been given much and I have given something in return; I have read and traveled and thought and written. I have had an intercourse with the world. 

Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure.

This quote is from Sacks final op-ed in the New York Times. He wrote it two years ago on his deathbed. He died of liver cancer at 82. He lived a remarkable life.

In the last days Sacks expresses he is able to see his life as “from a great altitude”, sensing the connection of all its parts. Humility and lack of control over you body can do this. I’ve felt the same the past 16 years. I see everything different - like a single snapshot etched into my mind.

I have wanted to write an article on Dr. Sacks for years but admittedly my blogging has been sporadic. I’m trying to get back into it.

I had read about Oliver Sacks before my disease started, but obviously now that I’m living with a condition of my own, my perspective sheds a new light onto his work and I understand more.

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Oliver Sacks was a neurologist, physician, professor, author and humanist. Born in London to a family of physicians and scientists, Sacks would eventually follow in his parent’s footsteps but first he moved to America where much of his life’s work and contributions occurred.

As he wrote in his memoir On the Move, he doubted pursuing a medical career after completing his training, so his life’s work in neurology didn’t come until after he accomplished a few “selfish” obsessions, like his adoration for motorbikes. He took off to motorcycle across North America and other regions. Afterwards he found himself in California where weight-lifting became his newest mania. He even broke records.

It was fun until he realized, “Is this all? Is this all there is to life?”

Sacks wrote some 10 books on patient case studies. His work has inspired films, playwrights, animations, opera and music.

Many of Sacks’ patients had devastating and irreversible neurological conditions. His work in humanizing medical textbook conditions spanned from Parkinson’s, Autism, hallucinations, depression, Phantom Limb Syndrome, Tourette syndrome, Schizophrenia and Alzheimer’s.

He investigated the world of music and its impact on the brain and explored deaf people and sign language culture. He believed the brain was the most fascinating thing on the planet and dedicated his life to understanding the brain’s peculiar and complex pathways.

Sacks openly spoke on being secretly gay during Alan Turin years, a drug addiction that almost killed him, three decades of celibacy and life as a patient as he chronicled his own progression.

For someone so attuned with interpersonal relationships, Sacks self-imposed decades of celibacy due to guilt over his sexuality. It wasn't until 2015 when he faced terminal cancer that he came out. He broke his decades long celibacy at 75 when he began a relationship. He experienced six years of deep love with his partner until his passing.

Oliver Sacks believed understanding people could elevate medical science. He spoke intimately of specific case studies in order to instill a deeper understanding from the mainstream world. In many of his writings as he shares patients' stories, I sense a mirror into his own experience of living with a condition.

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Sacks’ first book was Awakenings. He only wrote this case study book because his patients asked him to tell their story. Like many with diseases and constant conditions, the person simply wants to be seen and understood.

Awakenings was eventually made into an award-winning film which led us through Sacks’ discovery of a drug that benefited Encephalitis LethargicaEncephalitis was an epidemic from 1917-1928. It was also known as Sleeping Sickness. This disease attacks the brain, leaving the person in a catatonic state, unable to speak or move. During this period Encephalitis spread throughout the world, touching some 5 million people. Some died, most never returned to their pre-existing state.

In Awakenings Sacks’ patients were awakened after decades of catatonia due to his care. But these patients were also forced to learn how to live in this new life. The way I see it, it’s as if this disease was a form of time travel.

How do you return to the familiar now disguised as the unfamiliar?

In The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat, Sacks chronicles a condition called Visual Agnosia, a condition where the person, or rather their brain, fails to recognize objects.

Another specific case study Sacks spoke on was Charles Bonnett Syndrome, a condition where visually impaired people experience lucid hallucinations. The mainstream medical world often disregards or masks what they do not know so they naturally disregarded this group which led to the fear of being called “mental” and therefore patients’ mistrust led to lack of disclosing such pertinent hallucinations. But Sacks assured these patients they weren’t insane and educated their phsyicians on this fact. There was a perfectly natural reason why hallucinations occur.

Sacks said we see with our brain which we know as imagination. This is “normal”, we have lived with it our whole life and we understand it intimately. But he speaks of hallucinations which mimics perceptions not of our creation, nor control, and that they come in visual or vocal/musical form.

These manifestations the mainstream fear and judge actually heighten our awareness of a bigger picture. For example, hallucinations helps the scientific world explain how the mind works.

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Sacks was interested in the adaptability of the human spirit in spite of living with such a biological chance, which is what many medical conditions are. He doesn’t speak of biological factors and scientific jargon, he humanizes his patients so that others may see what he sees or rather, what the patient sees.

This natural empathy wasn’t and can’t be taught. He speaks of his patients with warmth and wisdom. This does not say some of his patients weren’t angered by his portrayal of them, something he openly admitted. But for the most part he did his best to offer a window and chipped away at barriers of misunderstanding.

Sacks often said the patient might know more about their condition than those treating them and insisted that symptoms are often not what they seem.

He believed listening was almost a more affective tool than the knowledge itself.

He pulled a transparent veil over a population that was (and still is) unheard, hidden, an inconvenience and even vilified for political gain.

Facts are measurable but humans are not. As a scientist Sacks tried to live a life of detachment in order to remain scientifically objective, but he also spent his life prevailing over detachment with his patients because he saw it as a necessary means to true understanding.

I've read most of Oliver Sacks' books and speeches and sense a deep kinship. I could go on about all of Sacks’ case studies and his span of knowledge and I’ll most likely write about him often. But the takeaway is he had both medical knowledge and empathy.

This is rare.

Illustration from 2011. HIBM is now GNE Myopathy

Illustration from 2011. HIBM is now GNE Myopathy

What is rare is tenderness offered to the sick, and while overall there are many good doctors, I’ve had too many intimate experiences with this  lack of tenderness.

My condition was highly difficult to diagnose, a condition that at the time was thought to affect one in a million. So while I accepted the difficulty of diagnosing a disease not known to most of the world’s doctors, it was the lack of empathy that was most difficult.

Like I said in my last post, I had some of the best doctors do their worst work on me and in almost every case they disregarded my emotions sparked by their terrible care and offered a pill to deal with me.

Last summer I met with an international scientist and a fellow patient from another country. The conversation turned into ridicule of his country’s patients who cry when speaking in front of legislators or biotech firms.

I was initially stunned. There is nothing wrong with crying and no person, not even a spouse or family, could truly understand the difficult road of living with a (rare) progressive disease. But then I realized 1) it’s their culture that drives this perception and 2) scientists are known for being rigid and matter of fact. It is why they are scientists and good at it. Scientists deal with facts and information. It doesn’t say they don’t care, but they aren’t always wired for human sensitivity. I’ve had many patients come to me offended by what a scientist said to them but in knowing that scentist, I knew it wasn’t malice but merely a personality difference.

Empathy and emotional intelligence cannot be taught. You can’t intellectualize or learn emotional intelligence. I’ve seen people do it and it can come off forced and awkward. Some have it and Sacks was one of them. He didn’t speak at patients, he lived beside them - in his work and in his thoughts. He was a humane chronicler of neurological disorders. He was a physician and a story-teller. He is one of my heroes because he is so rare and I deeply wished I could have met him. It would have been a great privilege to illustrate some of his case studies. I feel it’s something I could understand.

We are all mere feathers in the wind. It would be wonderful if we carried each other in this same fashion more often than not.