PRIMUM NON NOCERE

I have been blessed to have had two Christian Godfathers. The first (and official) one was a barber by trade. The second (unofficial) one did all the training necessary to become a psychiatrist before deciding that his true calling was to be a General Practitioner or as he likes to put it, a family doctor. I couldn’t help thinking how much he looked the part one wintery evening when he showed up years ago at our home wearing his stethoscope around his neck and carrying his little black doctor’s bag. He was making a house call to see my ailing grandmother. If you’re old enough to remember house calls then you might also recall milk delivery and how blueberries used to taste ... but I digress.

My first paying job was in a doctor’s office. I was put in charge of organizing files. Thinking back on it all I now realize my ‘job’ really amounted to a make-work project designed to keep me out of trouble during the relative idleness of summer. Be that as it may I learned many valuable lessons during those months. I came to understand the vital importance of discretion and confidentiality. Mostly though, I was blessed by observing the kindness, care, and compassion with which this beloved physician treated his patients.

Over the years I have found that illness can be a great teacher as well as a powerful catalyst for change. It bursts the bubble of complacency and shatters the illusion of self-sufficiency. It reminds us of our common humanity and shows us how we are all fragile vessels. It can also recall us to the fact that we are a lot less in control than we like to think we are, and that rather than succumbing to the ultimately slavish insistence of being the Captain of our own ship and the Director of our own play, true freedom may be found in surrender to one greater than our small self; one who can restore us to health and sanity.

One of my favorite sayings is ‘Primum non nocere’ – ‘First, do no harm.’ This sums up precisely the sort of conservatism I can get behind for it insists, as Yogi Berra might say, that we avoid improving things worse. And it means more than that. It reminds us that people are not merely problems to be fixed or puzzles to be solved but that their well being is our highest priority.  I have failed woefully over the years in living up to this standard, and yet, I continue in my aspiration to do so. I cannot imagine a better way of celebrating the precious gift of life. It is the way of Asclepius, Hippocrates, Saint Luke the Physician, and my Godfather, a family doctor.