But That's Not How It Happened On TV!
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| Elizabeth Uppman |
There was a study published looking at the outcomes of cardiopulmonary resuscitation on television medical shows. The success rate was phenomenal on t.v., but in reality very few resuscitated patients ever recover fully. These unrealistic media outcomes can influence how patients and their families view life support.
This study points out an obvious truth that is at the same time very strange: that we gather information about the world from TV, and that some of the information we gather comes from stories that we know aren't true. Take me, for example. I would never admit, with a straight face and right out loud, that I expect the same miracle that happened on the hospital show to happen for me in the real-life hospital. But in my gut, in my childish heart of hearts, I'm not so rational. My gut says: If that family on TV got a miracle, then why shouldn't my family get one, too?
So I think Dr. Chen is onto something. And it makes me wonder why. What is it about these shows that makes us trust them?
Maybe because, unlike most TV shows, hospital shows portray events that could actually happen. While you are unlikely to survive a plane crash on a spooky island in the Pacific, you might actually have a heart attack while driving your car down a busy street. And if the accident is possible, then the recovery ought to be possible, too.
But I think we imagine for ourselves the same success stories that we see on "ER" and "Grey's Anatomy" and "House" for a different, more compelling reason: because that is how our stories are supposed to go. Little Red Riding Hood is supposed to outwit the big bad wolf. Cinderella is supposed to marry the prince. And the little girl who almost drowned but was saved at the last minute by a heroic bystander – that little girl is supposed to get better. It doesn't matter whether that little girl is a TV character or a real person. She's simply supposed to get better. That's the way the story goes.
I remember walking into my son Gabriel's room in the ICU and hearing my husband say, "They asked me the question." I burst into tears. He didn't even have to tell me what the question was – I knew it was about Gabriel's death, and I knew it was part of the wrong story. The right story was the one in which the little boy recovers and goes home with his grateful parents and grows up to become a mathematician. I still love that story, actually, though it's no longer mine.
Elizabeth Uppman









