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When three-month-old Lia Lee arrived at the county hospital emergency room in Merced, California, a chain of events was set in motion from which neither she nor her parents nor her doctors would ever recover. Lia's parents, Foua and Nao Kao, were part of a large Hmong community in Merced, refugees from the CIA-run "Quiet War" in Laos. The Hmong, traditionally a close-knit and fiercely proud people, have been less amenable to assimilation than most immigrants, adhering steadfastly to the rituals and beliefs of their ancestors. Lia's pediatricians, Neil Ernst and his wife, Peggy Philip, cleaved just as strongly to another tradition: that of Western medicine. When Lia Lee entered the American medical system, diagnosed as an epileptic, her story became a tragic case history of cultural miscommunication. Parents and doctors both wanted the best for Lia, but their ideas about the causes of her illness and its treatment could hardly have been more different. The Hmong see illness and healing as spiritual matters linked to virtually everything in the universe, while medical community marks a division between body and soul, and concerns itself almost exclusively with the former. Lia's doctors ascribed her seizures to the misfiring of her cerebral neurons; her parents called her illness, qaug dab peg--the spirit catches you and you fall down--and ascribed it to the wandering of her soul. The doctors prescribed anticonvulsants; her parents preferred animal sacrifices.… (more)
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On the surface, the book is about the care that Lia Lee, an
First, a little bit about that history. The Hmong originally hailed from the mountains of China, but over centuries of being forced out of the lands they settled in they finally end up in Laos. In the 1960s and early 70s they fight on behalf of the U.S. against the Communist regime. In exchange for bearing arms for the Americans specifically as agents for the CIA:
”Every Hmong has a different version of what is commonly called ‘The promise’: a written or oral contract, made by CIA personnel in Laos, that if they fought for the Americans, the Americans would aid them if the Pathet Lao won the war. After risking their lives to rescue downed American pilots, seeing their villages flattened by incidental American bombs, and being forced to flee their country because they had supported the ‘American War,’ the Hmong expected a hero’s welcome here.” (Page 201)
Needless to say, they didn’t get what they expected. Instead here’s what happened: the U.S. government removed people from Laos who spoke no English and who were self-sufficient farmers from mountain regions. They plopped them into urban areas where they had no way to make a living therefore, forcing them to accept welfare. American neighbors immediately resented these immigrants for “eating welfare.”
Enter infant Lia Lee and her parents Foua and Nao Kao. As welfare recipients, they are entitled to Medicaid for Lia’s care at the hospital. The fact that they don’t speak English and the hospital doesn’t employ any qualified translators spells trouble. Throw in the fact that Lia’s case is very, very complicated and add to that a clash of cultures: western medicine versus Hmong customs and mores. The storm that ensues leads to a tragedy that is heartbreaking.
Fadiman’s narrative makes it easy to empathize with these parents and the plight of the Hmong. Even dedicated, well-meaning doctors cannot overcome severe communication problems and the daunting challenge of bridging the culture gap. Highly recommended.
The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down by Anne Fadiman is the story of the infant daughter of Hmong refugees and how misunderstandings on both the side of the parents and of
The first half of this book was the amazing story of what happened. It's strength was that it was clear that from the beginning everyone wanted to do what was right. Her parents loved her and were excellent caregivers. Her doctors were dedicated and professional. Nevertheless, they spent much of the time in conflict, fatally separated by differences of beliefs and traditions. I appreciated Fadiman's telling of the story, which was both compassionate and impartial.
She lost that strength a little in the second half of the book, which detailed the history of the Hmong people and why they emigrated to the United States and why they didn't integrate in the way expected of them. In a nutshell, the US used the Hmong in their "quiet war" in Laos, bombing their villages and jungle environment into a wasteland, then leaving most of them to their fate when we pulled out of South East Asia. Many escaped across the Mekong river and settled in refugee camps in Thailand. The American government reluctantly allowing them to come to the US when Thailand shut the camps down. The Hmong didn't want to come, but there was truly nowhere else they could live. They believed that their wartime service had earned them a degree of thankfulness from the Americans, and we wondered why they were given welfare out of our tax dollars. It was a fascinating history, well-told, but in the telling she lost a little of the impartiality that had marked the first half. Maybe she had no choice; this wasn't a case of a story having two sides--we destroyed their way of life, while they fought valiantly on our side, but when the war was over we were resentful of our responsibility. And as Americans, we are often too attached to our melting pot view to allow immigrants to keep their way of life. I did agree with her views, I just felt a little preached to, which is never fun, even when you agree with the preacher.
Lia is the child of Hmong refugees living in Merced, California. When she begins having seizures, her parents take her to the local hospital's emergency room. Soon Lia is a "regular," one of the
Lia's parents speak no English. They can't read a thermometer or the labels of her medications. They are also fearful of the medicine and what it might do to her spirit. Doctors treating Lia constantly break Hmong taboos and behave in ways that Lia's family misunderstand. It seems that no one tries to understand what Lia's family believes.
The resut, predictably, is a disaster.
Fadiman looks at the story from all points of view, trying to see what (if anything) might have changed the course of events toward a happier outcome. There are sympathetic people on both sides of the divide (though there a few real bigots, too).
She also looks at the broader issues of the Hmong experiences helping the CIA in the "Quiet War" in Laos and their plight when the Americans pulled out; their ordeal as refugees, and how their resettlement in America was mishandled.
Fadiman does a great job giving the reader the "big picture." And it is a story very much worth telling, and told in a compelling style.
As the author says, to tell a Hmong story, you need to go back to one of the many beginnings. I'll start with the war the CIA fomented and funded in Laos against the communists. I wasn't aware that the soldiers in this "quiet war" were Hmong, and that when the CIA tired of the game and pulled out, they left behind tens of thousands of targeted Hmong. The Lees were one of the families that emigrated to the US after a harrowing flight, ending up in Merced, California.
Lia was their youngest child, and particularly beloved, in part perhaps because she was the youngest and they had lost some of their older children to starvation and other horrors of war. But Lia was also loved because she was special. She was subjected to qaug dab peg, the spirit catches you and you fall down, or what Western doctors call epilepsy. This condition marked Lia, perhaps even destined her to become a shaman to her people. When her seizures were bad, Lia's parents took her to the clinic to receive medicine to help her in the moment, but not to cure her.
Lia's doctors, on the other hand, saw the epilepsy as a serious disease needing a drastic cure. Complicated schedules of stronger and stronger medicines were devised, spinal fluid was analyzed, veins were cut when IV's could no longer be inserted in the normal fashion. As her treatment became more complex and invasive, Lia's parents became more and more resistant. Often being without a translator, doctors and parents talked at each other with no comprehension on either side of the cultural barrier. And in the meantime, Lia gets worse.
The author does a wonderful job of portraying the doctors as caring, intelligent, dedicated people frazzled by overwork and what they see as noncompliance; and the Lees as caring, devoted parents doing their best to find a compromise between this confusing world and the known world they left behind. Since the book was published fifteen years ago, cultural differences are more acknowledged now, I think, even if the bridges between cultures are still far and few between. For this reason, the book is as relevant today as when it was written. Highly recommended.
The author does do a lot to address issues of cultural competence, but I believe she
Still, the book brought up a number of questions about patient autonomy (especially the role of parents in the medical care of minor children) and inter-cultural relationships. While a balanced portrayal would have been more satisfying, this is all we have for now.
I knew a little about this case, and before I read the book, I was certain I’d feel infuriated with the Hmong family and feel nothing but disrespect for them, and would side with the American side, even though I
Anne Fadiman does a remarkable job of communicating both sides of this story; it’s probably one of the best examples of cross-cultural understanding that I’ve ever read. It’s ostensibly about a young Hmong girl with epilepsy and her family’s conflict with the American medical establishment, and there is much about them here.
But it’s also a wonderful history book. There’s much background about the Hmong people going back centuries and recent history also. It also made me sympathize with the difficulties of the immigrant experience, especially for those who settle in a place so different from their homeland.
I learned so much about the Hmong people; I knew very little before reading this book, and what I knew contained some inaccuracies or at least a lack of context. And, as I was reading, I was really struck by how cultural differences (and the cultural differences between the Hmong and American cultures is about as far apart as it gets) can completely hinder communication if they’re not acknowledged and attempts are made to bridge the gap. This is a great book to read if you want to try to understand any people who are different from you in any way.
Beautifully written and an enjoyable read.
The cultural divide was huge. The Hmong believe in shamans and healing rituals, many involving animal sacrifice. Refrigerators, televisions, and even toilets were unfamiliar. Foua and Nao Kao were illiterate, and therefore unable to comprehend the complex and varying medicines prescribed for their daughter. The American doctors were well-educated, confident, and caring, but clearly considered themselves and their beliefs as superior to the Hmong. This chasm proved disastrous for Lia and her family.
Fadiman presents a very objective portrait, showing the good and bad sides of both the Americans and the Hmong involved. She dissects the case, ultimately identifying the point where a simple wrong turn set Lia on a course from which she could not recover. Fadiman weaves into the narrative educational segments on Hmong history, culture, and traditions. The result is a very informative and yet emotional story, that ultimately comes down to a collision of two cultures. As Harvard's Arthur Kleinman told Fadiman, "You need to understand that as powerful an influence as the culture of the Hmong patient and her family is on this case, the culture of biomedicine is equally powerful. If you can't see that your own culture has its own set of interests, emotions, and biases, how can you expect to deal successfully with someone else's culture?" (p.261)
The Lees immigrated to Merced, California, from Laos in 1980. At three months old, Lia was diagnosed with what American doctors called epilepsy, and what her family called quag dab peg or, "the spirit catches you and you fall down." The problem was that, to put it simply, the medical community and the family were unable to understand each other.
The problems went beyond a simple language barrier. In addition to the language barrier, there was no understanding of religious or social customs. It was a complete cross-cultural failure on all levels.
Lia's anti-convulsant prescriptions changed 23 times in four years, which would put a strain on any family. And just like, in my opinion, any family, the Lees were sure the medicines were bad for their daughter. The difference is that most American families could question their doctors and make their feelings known. The Lee's were unable to communicate their displeasure with the medication. Even when the medical community wrote down prescriptions or amounts for the Lees, they had no idea that the Lees could make no sense of the numbers and letters. Additionally, the Lees would have liked to address the spiritual connections they felt were essential for Lia's healing.
Lia's doctor, rather than finding a way to work with the Lees and make sure Lia received her medication, reported them for "noncompliance" and child abuse. Lia was placed in a foster home. Lia's parents and her doctors both wanted what was best for Lia, but the misunderstandings between them led to tragedy. When Lia's death was believed to be imminent, the Lees were permitted to take her home. Two years later, Fadiman found Lia being lovingly cared for by her parents, who were still hoping to reunite her soul with her body.
Winner of the National Book Critics Circle Award for Nonfiction, my edition of The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down includes: a preface; notes on Hmong orthography, pronunciation, and quotations; notes on sources; chapter notes; a bibliography; acknowledgments; an index; and a reader's guide.
I have had The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down sitting on my shelf, waiting to be read for four years. Shame on me. This is a beautifully crafted, careful study in cross cultural medicine. While it would be very easy to take a "side", Fadiman is extremely even handed. She presents the facts, acknowledges short comings on both sides, and somehow tells the whole tragic story without any condemnation. This should be a must read for anyone in the medical field.
Very Highly Recommended - one of the best
I wish more people around me read this book, not only because it is interesting in and of itself, but because Fadiman demonstrates how every human story has many sides, and things are always more complicated than they seem.
A powerful and important book for me.
The book describes how this conflict plays out, and, very well, so that you understand that both sides agonized over what was going on. Mixed in there are short descriptions of Hmong history in China and Southeast Asia, and about their role with the U.S. during the Vietnam war era.
"That's tyranny," said Sukey. "What if you have a family who rejects surgery because they believe an illness has a spiritual cause? What if they see a definite possibility of eternal damnation for their child if she dies from surgery? Next to
"I make no apology," said Bill [the biomedically trained doctor]. "The life comes first."
"The soul," said Sukey.
I love how the author takes no sides. What happens to little Lia, and her Hmong family and her American doctors desperately trying to help her, is tragic. But both biomedicine and traditional medicine have their faults. To achieve optimal health outcomes, it's up to both groups to resolve these problems and reconcile.
It makes you think about how doctors are trained, how bringing refugees into our country and providing them with
A fascinating tale that in turn breaks your heart for Lia, the Hmong child, her parents and her American doctors.
All of them are trying to do their best for Lia put miscommunication, misinterpretation and misunderstanding abound.
Should be read by every medical student as a cautionary tale.
In 1981, after relocating to Merced, California, Lia Lee was born to a Hmong refugee family, from Laos.. She quickly developed severe epilepsy. By 1988, she was living at home, brain-dead.
This book was not one I particularly wanted to read, but it was a selection of my local book club so I was a good sport and began to read. Within only a few pages wild horses couldn't have dragged me away from it. It is a story I'll carry with me for years to come.
Writer and former journalist Anne Fadiman chronicles each side of the story with great empathy and exhaustive detail. Chapters alternate between the story of Lia's illness and the history of the Hmong people, beginning with their folklore and continuing with their involvement in the Vietnam War and difficult assimilation to the United States. At first, these histories seem irrelevant, but by the end of the book, they allow us to see the Lees as a product of their own unique, valid culture -- just as much as the American doctors are a product of our own subjective American value system. Thanks to this meticulous research and outstanding objectivity, the book succeeds at one of literature's most difficut task: posing more questions rather than giving answers. I finished this book in just 3 days, but I know that I will spend many more pondering what makes a good parent or a good doctor and whether we can ever truly label one version of reality right and another wrong.
Several chapters in the book are devoted to the history of the Hmong people, long before and shortly after migration to the United States. Unlike many other immigrant groups, the Hmong came to the US reluctantly, forced to leave their homes in Laos because of reprisals faced for helping the CIA during the Vietnam War. A fiercely independent people, they value their culture and freedom above all. Of all of the Southeast Asian immigrants, the Hmong have been the least willing or able to assimilate into American society. “It is well known that involuntary migrants, no matter what pot they are thrown into, tend not to melt.”
Whereas Americans might consider medical care a small or at least contained aspect of their lives, it is integral in the lives of the Hmong. Traditionally using Shamans to assure that souls are intact and protected from evil spirits even after death, rituals and animal sacrifices were a part of medical care and daily life in general. Even the Hmong name for epilepsy (The Spirit Catches you and You Fall Down) indicates that a simple drug regimen might fall short of an acceptable treatment for the disease. That, combined with Hmong illiteracy and an inability to speak English to medical personnel, put the two sides on an inevitable collision course. On the bright side, Fadiman presents instances where cultural differences are taken into account, “cultural brokers” are employed, and satisfactory results are achieved. The few medical providers that invest the energy and empathy to undertake this type of endeavor are to be greatly admired. I think that Anne Fadiman’s book should be required reading for all students in medical school.