A week of winnings

Within five short days I was given two big awards — one from historians, and one from doctors. It is both gratifying and humbling to be recognized by peers for contributions to our shared endeavours–but it is also daunting. I don’t feel like I am done– I am not dead yet–and still have more to do and say; however, I am old now, four times a grandmother and far less time lies ahead of me than behind. Fortunately my husband came along to both events, as always keeping me grounded when nerves take over. I am so grateful to the people who nominated me for these awards, imagining that I might be a contender.

The first was the Genevieve Miller Lifetime Achievement Award from the American Association for the History of Medicine, an organization through which I have had the best of scholarly feedback on my research and where I have found fellow travellers and soulmates. I think it was the first time it had gone to a Canadian. My remarks of thanks and advice are here. They were little different (though shorter) from what I’d said in June 2017 when AMS gave me that fabulous potlatch dinner. Retirement for a historian means not only will you qualify for the Miller award, but you can also keep on working and create a job for young person. Apparently some old people did not like these words at all and were vocal about it on Twitter and elsewhere.

The second was the formal induction into the Canadian Medical Hall of Fame at a lavish, sit-down dinner for 500 people in Montreal. There were six of us inducted, including the late Brock Chisholm, a Canadian military psychiatrist who was the first head of the World Health Organization. His granddaughters were there to accept with eloquence. The organizers had prepared a professional video about me and my work, which is now up on youtube. Again my husband video’d my remarks of thanks and a confession, sincerely meant. We could choose the music that played as we walked to the stage — and I chose an orchestral piece from Handel’s opera Acis and Galatea, as produced and directed by my brother Ross Duffin with his students at Case Western Reserve University (listen here at 4 min 30 sec). We also heard snippets of Lara’s Theme from Dr Zhivago and John Lennon’s Imagine— chosen by the other laureates. 

In the aftermath of the celebrations, Dean Reznick and Andrew Willson made a blogpost picked up by the Queen’s Gazette and Lisa Xu did a write up for the Whig Standard newspaper.

Winning awards is on some level a lottery despite the best of intentions of any selection committee. And choosing one person out of dozens of worthy candidates is difficult. Many people collaborate to create new solutions — as all the laureates made clear in their remarks: they did not get there alone. After a couple decades of teaching my course History of the Nobel Prize: Who Won It? Who Didn’t? and Why? — I had come to see awards as highly political, contingent on context of times and place, and often recognized, in retrospect, as mistaken. I have also marvelled at and tried to understand the pervasive human proclivity to create and venerate heroes, saints, and leaders.

So when these two awards came to me, my former students were laughing. I was being punished for having been irreverent. Suitably chastened, I accepted on behalf of medical historians everywhere, who “get it” that history is important for current medical practice; it will not prevent future mistakes, but it helps us to understand the present, and why things that seem wrong now, were once seen as right. It is the first step to making credible scientific and policy change. It prepares the way for lifelong learning. Every medical school should have at least one historian to advocate for history as a medical research discipline in its own right and to make future doctors skeptical about the durability of everything else that they are being taught.

Me seated on right with the other 2019 laureates and the medical student winners of the CMHF awards. Note Hissan Butt standing 3rd from right Queen’s meds 2020.



Medical Humanities

When I retired, Meds 2020 launched a Humanities in Medicine symposium; the cheeky students put my name on it. Cheeky — because I had nothing to do with it. It featured presentations from history, music, poetry, and art, and it was an amazing success.

Even more cheekily they labelled it “Inaugural.” To my amazement a second iteration has just happened, organized by students in Meds 2021 with help from Meds 2022, led by Palika Kohli. I have never taught these people, scarcely know them. I am impressed that they would find time to take on the extra work of organizing a symposium and retain the name of someone unknown.

Dr Karen Yeates (Queen’s MD, 1997) and Palika Kohli Meds 2021 at the registration desk.

The keynote speaker was Ophira Calef who used music, humour, and narrative to describe health-care-system encounters for the disabled. All the presenters delivered their offerings with heart in a packed program. The audience was engaged and the atmosphere inspiring!

They say that it will happen again next year. We’ll see. Institutional memory is short and students are very busy. But in the meantime, lots remarkable encounters to remember. Thank you!

Audience and presentations in Panel 4 “On Being”

Hippochromatic Notes sing an a cappella
wrap up in the Walker Atrium

Students are the best

Queen’s University launched a new event, called Ignite, ostensibly designed to demystify academic life and research to a wide public (see also here). Though retired for a year, I was very flattered to be invited to speak about one of my projects, alongside enthusiastic young physics Professor Ken Clark, who arrived at Queen’s just as I left. To my great surprise, members of Meds 2020 and Meds 2021 showed up too, and we celebrated our little reunion together with this photo.

Thank you everyone!

With Lindsay Mainhood, Andrew Belyea, Hissan Butt, Yannay Khaikin, and Harry Chandrakumaran

A busy year

One year into retirement and it feels like permanent sabbatical–i.e., wonderful!

I completed the book manuscript on Easter Island and sent it off to the publisher, and with Dr. Brian White-Guay and two great students we published a research report measuring the drug shortage problem in Canada – -a spot of work that grabbed some media attention and an op ed, although no sign of anyone trying to solve it yet.

Looking forward to a summer that will entail seeing all four of my grandchildren — 3 boys and a tiny girl born June 19–and more time at the chalet at Lac Mégantic and morning coffee on my dock on Colonel By Lake near Kingston Ontario.




Welcome to my new site

I retired in 30 June 2017. In the last class, the medical students held a beautiful surprise party and presented an amazing video of tributes stretching way back in time, which they have posted online here. It has been a huge privilege to know them, and I learned more from them than they ever did from me.

My colleagues at AMS threw a big party in Toronto and there was a good representation from Queen’s students, former students and colleague Dr. Maxine Clarke.

Since retiring, I’ve been busy completing a book manuscript, working on articles and guest lectures, and enjoying time in Glenburnie, Lac-Mégantic, Switzerland, and the south of France. A commentary that I published in October 2017 CMAJ on bloody sweat (hematohidrosis) went slightly viral, thanks to Kas Roussy of CBC.

This new website is for my current projects now that I’ve moved on from Queen’s University.