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Who does what…

When we are in the planning stages of any business change we often do a RACI – who is responsible, accountable, consulted or informed throughout the change.raci-matrix-responsible-accountable

Needless to say, in the corporate land I inhabit, this is often not observed and it’s often one of the most frustrating things about what I do.

Everyone, of course, is a communications expert and everyone has experienced some kind of change in their lives.  So naturally, people at work think nothing of critiquing or meddling or redoing my work to suit their personal tastes.  I would say 50% of my working life is sorting out the mess that senior executives create when they ‘get involved’.

guilty-dogAnd I am not without blame here either.  I often do a bit of learning & development or recruitment or commercial negotiation with agencies etc. on the side, as these are skills I have from my past roles which I don’t want to lose. Sometimes I forget about the impact this has on my colleagues who already perform these roles in the working environment.

So imagine what would happen if you applied this degree of ‘scope creep’ in a hospital environment?  If the anaesthetist wakes up and says, “I’ve seen the consultant surgeon do this operation 100 times, I’d like a go”.

Thankfully it would never happen!

The RACI in the hospital environment is very well observed.  The consultant surgeon is accountable for removing the cancer, his surgical team are responsible for helping him make this happen, maintaining my health and well-being at all times.  The dietitians are accountable for ensuring I have enough nutrition to heal in the days after the operation, the nurses are responsible for ensuring the feeding tube is in place.  The speech therapists are accountable for providing me with speech and mouth exercises and responsible for making sure I can swallow safely before I’m given water to drink or food to play with! The nursing team are accountable for my health after the operation and responsible for my care in the following days.  Even the receptionist is accountable for making sure I have follow-up sessions scheduled.  You get the general idea.

What this does is create a very efficient system.  Everyone knows their role and everyone is an expert specialist in performing in that role.

But, for me, the most impressive aspect of all is that the leader – the consultant surgeon – seeks others’ ideas and opinions about my treatment, and he listens to what these opinions are before making a decision. He does not  believe he has all the answers.  He seeks the collective knowledge of his team to assess and debate alternatives.

And this collective wisdom means that today I write in recovery – with the cancer all removed and no radiotherapy required.  The decision to remove my lymph glands and nodes means that those 2 sneaky cancer cells, hidden from MRI and other tests, went when they took the lymph glands away.

In change terms – the RACI and associated governance works.  We have ’embedded the change’.

 

 

Preparations

I do not sleep much in the week ahead of my operation.  I’m not worried but there is so much to do.  It’s a bit like going on holiday when you run around so much in the days beforehand that you are too exhausted for the first few days of your holiday to really enjoy it!

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So aside from the fact that it’s 4 weeks to Christmas and that I’ve bought and wrapped all presents and decorated the house, I have also;

  • Had my hair cut and coloured* (can’t have greys in the weeks ahead)
  • Had my eyebrows and eyelashes tinted (must look good on the operating table)
  • Bought a white board and marker pen ( no one is going to stop me from communicating)
  • IMG_1157Purchased two button through night-shirts (‘arse oot hospital goons’ are to be removed as quickly as possible)
  • Bought a small, powerful lavender aromatherapy oil and reeds (I cannot recommend this highly enough as your sense of smell heightens after this op)
  • Set up a whatsapp recovery group (I need my tribe to keep me looking forwards and outwards)
  • Seen the homeopathic Doctor and ordered all my homeopathic drugs in liquid form (any which way baby)
  • Been to the doctor and changed my HRT pills to a HRT patch (So Craig can still sleep easy each night)
  • Been to see Gina my holistic guru and practised Extra sensory tapping, meditation and chanting (Hey! It works for me)
  • Packed five bags – two for me, a small immediate bag for the first couple of nights and a larger one to be brought into hospital later.  And three for Roscoe who is off staying in various mates houses while I’m in hospital. (Won the packing queen award for organisation)
  • Written several lists for Craig (all of which he ignores)

So, given this activity, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be to go and sort out this cancer.

 

*big thanks to Kurt & Danielle Reynolds who changed packed schedules to fit me in to their hair salon ahead of the operation.

 

Differences

It’s Thursday evening, in the ward, with an almost euphoric air. The ward staff are all happy and the banter between them and the patients is funny and wholesome.

They are planning their staff party on Saturday night. It’s for the Clandon ward staff and the Maxillofacial, ear neck and throat medical team. It’s being held at the social club on the hospital campus to keep costs down. They are bringing their own food and there is much hope that the drinking will be plentiful. There are a few discussions on outfits to wear but the spirit is more about the collective spending time together, outside of the daily 12 hours shifts and pressure to keep patients alive and well.

IMG_1190This very same evening, less than 30 miles away, my Company is hosting its Christmas party for all the Headquarters staff. It’s a final farewell bash as we are in the process of being taken over by Shell. Throughout Thursday evening my phone stays busy receiving photos and commentary from friends and colleagues attending.

And it got me thinking about the choices we make when we decide what to do after leaving school.

I work for a successful oil and gas company. I get paid well for my services, as do all of my other colleagues. Even in $40 oil we are paid handsomely. Over the past three years we have done a lot of work in culture change, attempting to move away from a very strong patriarchal, entitlement culture towards a more performance management/merit based culture, rooted in some clear values. At the heart of what we strive to achieve is the notion of network and teamwork.

And yet in only 5 days on the ward, I have seen and been part of the creativity, respect, teamwork and culture of the Clandon ward and maxillofacial medical team. Here they have common goals and strong purpose. purpose-and-passion-This team pull together because they are patient centric. Their purpose is to tend and heal and care. They have reviews every 12 hours (start/end of each shift) against that purpose and once a week the senior medical team get together to discuss all the patients in their care and how they support them in improving their health and well-being.

In corporate land, with the need to satisfy ever demanding shareholders, clarity of purpose – why the company exists and what it is there for, in my experience, barely rates on the minds and conversations of senior Executives. There are few internal performance reviews on how the company is performing against its overall long-term purpose. Yet much discussion on how to encourage employees to do more to deliver on short-term strategies and goals. And still we don’t connect the dots. For if employees understand and buy into the long-term purpose, they have more choice; on their contribution; on their commitment; on their belief in the company.purpose-is-most-powerful-motivator

I chose the corporate world as a career as I genuinely believe that when you can connect purpose, passion and performance you can make a wide impact on society. I admire and respect those who choose their careers for more altruistic reasons.

So if, as a social experiment, we were to swap Christmas parties, that the staff from my company attended the hospital social club bash and vice versa, what would be the outcome? With more purpose and less money would the corporate workers find themselves more content and creative? Would they make their own fun? Would they mingle and network more? And what would a lavish Christmas party do for those who word hard on the Clandon ward? How much of this excess would they be comfortable with? How much fun would it be?

What do you think?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Meeting Silvana: through the looking glass

As part of my need to feel in control I’ve wholeheartedly embraced all alternative therapies. Well, I’m not wearing musk yet, my hair is not in braids and it’s too cold for jesus sandals.  But I’m doing virtually everything else.Hippy_by_Jinxxxi

Part of this philosophy is to use the cancer to treat the cancer.  So when my homoeopath suggested I ask for a slide of my biopsy, I took great pleasure in crafting a finely tuned missive to the PA of the consultant surgeon.  I wish I’d seen his face when he read it!

At our meeting with the team involved in my surgery, the consultant surgeon pushed a piece of paper with some scant instructions into Craig’s hand.  ‘Pathology 2, Dr Di Palma’.  It was made clear this was an unusual request.  Undaunted, we set off on our new hospital adventure, to find the ‘path 2’ building.  At one particularly confusing turn – neither Craig or I are blessed with a great sense of direction – we met a delightful old dear who had worked at the hospital for many years.  She was very keen to know where pathology lab 2 was located herself and, after asking directions, she took us into the bowels of the building, popping us out – like Alice and the white rabbit – next to the main incinerator. She then scuttled off, delighted with her new morsel of knowledge.Alice handles the white rabbit

‘Path 2’ is a modern building by Royal County Hospital standards, and after pressing the array of dizzyingly labelled buttons (none of which mentioned pathology directly) we were let in by a workman welding a paintbrush.  We came to a floor that had a tiny little Christmas tree and a bell. A young girl appeared, proudly wearing a knitted Christmas jumper, and was startled to see “real” people  in the building! She made a couple of calls and led us down into the basement, along a narrow newly painted corridor and into the offices of Doctor Silvana Di Palma.

This was the moment where I absolutely, knew I was going to be fine. As she ushered us to sit down I looked at this powerhouse of a woman and was totally impressed. From her perfectly coiffed hair, to her beautifully made up face, to her Dolce&Gabbana heels and chic fitted outfit, this woman oozed class and passion. And she was interested in me and what we were going to use the slide for.  She unwrapped it carefully from its paper and presented it to me solemnly; “the cell is cut on the diagonal”, she intoned, sounding like a cross between Sophia Loren and Gina Belluchi. “The pink pieces are healthy, the blue rings are carcinoma”.  She paused.  I could find nothing to say.  I was looking at pink blobs and blue blobs, and desperately wanting to impress her.  My mind itself had turned into a blob!

She seemed to sense that I did not share her passion, and my diplomatic husband valiantly came to my rescue by asking about the black and white photos on the wall.  They are her childhood village in a small part of Italy near the Umbrian mountains.  Smart, talented, beautiful and grounded; I wanted to ask her round for dinner!

So, as a scientist she wanted to know specifically how we were planning on using this slide.  I waffled on, talking nonsense, seeing my new best friend evaporate before my eyes.  Eventually I blurted, “I don’t know how it works, I don’t care how it works, what is important to me is that I’m doing absolutely everything to eradicate this and make the cancer go away”.  She patted my hand and gave me her email address.  “Stay in touch”, she said.  “I understand and support you in what you are doing and I’ll look out for your cancer cells and deal with your case personally”.

I am going to invite Silvana for dinner, along with my smart, bright girlfriends.  We will have much to talk about; I’ll be happy to discuss colours, just not pink and blue blobs!

 

 

 

 

In the beginning

It started with a mouth ulcer.  Under my tongue, on the left hand side.  It must have been there for a while but I first noticed it in November 2013. We were busy at work – DB pension closure, some reorganisation, some further changes to employee benefits – the usual “change” stuff and frankly Christmas was coming up. So I ignored it.

Local jungle drums beat over that festive season and news filtered down that a young Mum had been diagnosed with mouth cancer and, incredibly, lung cancer  – both had been caught early.  When I saw her a few weeks later she was well wrapped up and speaking with a slight slur.  She remained cheerful throughout our short conversation and encouraged me to get a dental check up.  I didn’t mention my mouth ulcer.

A few weeks later, I remembered this conversation and the Doc referred me to a maxcillofacial specialist.  I had my first biopsy that March and it hurt.  Not so much the physical side but not being able to talk properly really caused me grief.  The stitches burst too and my tongue became a mass of muscle that developed a mind of its own. The good news was it was benign and although I had a white patch mass on the side of my mouth, I was assured that with regular reviews, all would be fine.

I have a busy life.  Our little family juggles two full-time demanding careers, the running of a home and the care of our much loved, sports mad and indulged son, Roscoe. juggling womanWe have no family close by and rely on good friends to help when we get stuck.

I work for an oil and gas company and get involved with big change programmes. At the time of the first biopsy I was knee deep in a voluntary redundancy programme which saw a third of the head office staff depart. I was busy, busy, busy!   I  look after the management of change and communications so people still want to come to work and do their best – even in times of uncertainty.

Change curveSo I know all about the change curve and the stages people go through and  confidently use lots of different communications and change models and approaches no matter what is thrown at me.

 

 

I’m also an ostrich. I can easily ignore lots of things. Including the omnipresent mouth ulcer (which returned bigger and uglier than before) and the regular reviews with the consultant specialist.

He wrote to me in March 2015, saying that as he hadn’t heard from me, he presumed all was well and was going to take me off the books.  Naturally, this encouraged me to do something about it. I called the healthcare insurance, got a reference to see him and promptly forgot again.

But the ulcer had other ideas and it started to get angry.  My mouth started to twist to accomodate that I couldn’t chew on the left hand side.  Somedays I didn’t eat because it hurt too much.  The dentist sawed off a bit of my bottom tooth to give my mouth some room.  The ulcer remained.  The dental hygenist gave me  4 different types of toothpaste telling me to try each one for 2 weeks to see if it would respond positively to the various ingredients.   Nada.  The dentist prescribed 500mg (industrial strength) Betamethasone  – a steroid oral mouthwash which I used for a further 4 weeks.  It had no effect. I changed my diet.  The ruddy thing would not move.  Guess I was stage one in the change curve – denial.

Eventually, I asked the dentist to refer me and I schlepped back to the specialist.

He scheduled the biopsy quickly.   Monday 09.30.  First thing on the Friday , the phone rang, “can I please attend an appointment the following Tuesday.  Perhaps I would like to bring my husband with me”?    It was all fairly obvious.  It was a long four days.

Denial was now futile.

I have mouth cancer.

A blog for the reader…

 

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This site is for those curious  about change.  The concept of change.  The act of change.  Changing yourself. Changing times. Changing others.  My aim is to provoke or encourage you to think about how you live your life, how you view others,  or events, how to become more resilient and to help you be clear about your opinions and actions.  Sometimes I may be provocative or you’ll read statements or thoughts you don’t agree with.  Great! This diversity of thought and belief is what makes our world so interesting.   Sometimes, I’ll use some of my change tools and techniques (after all this is what I do for a living).  I’ll also use my recent time off work and adventure with mouth cancer as these experiences have taught me to think, act and speak differently.

This blog continues to be a “work in progress”.  Some posts flow more easily than others – this is life isn’t it?  Some days it’s easy and others mean that hiding underneath the duvet or behind a spreadsheet or PowerPoint presentation,  is more enticing.  So you may find posts which don’t appeal but if you keep popping back, you may find others which resonate with you.  I write about wide and varied subjects and thoughts, and from the heart.  I aim to always be authentic and open and at the same time, I know there is often much more to learn.  So if you feel you can contribute,  expand or change my thinking, please leave a comment.  And if you just appreciate what I’m trying to say press’ like’.  It’s always great to receive feedback!

Thank you for reading.

Laura