Diary: Stroke World Café

Take a talk on the wild side

An initiative to put good communication at the heart of stroke treatment got off to a lively start. Billy Mann reports

Tess Baird is an unstoppable force. In November 2016 she gathered together a few colleagues and contacts in a small room in London's Mile End Hospital to explain her bonkers idea. She wanted clinicians and service users to get to understand and communicate with one another in more meaningful and effective ways. The subject in focus was stroke care, which is how I got the call, being a stroke survivor. She reckoned this new groundbreaking bond between patient and practitioner could be found using something called a World Café. I posted a report of that meeting shortly after it took place.

Grand ideas often get lost in what is sometimes called Development Hell, so I turned up to that first meeting, made whatever kind of contribution I could and went home expecting the idea to fizzle out. It didn't. Emails were exchanged and the spark generated at the first meeting was oxygenated into a comfy campfire, around which a whole bunch of people (plus one newborn child, Leo) sat early in the new year to thrash out some ideas for how quality communication might flourish on the stroke ward. This event quickly got its own hashtag, #trustworldcafe.

Seven round tables in the Garden Room at St Luke's Community Centre, London EC1, each hosting five or six people, fired up and the room quickly took on the buzz of the marketplace, the sound of chatter and earnest declarations bouncing off the walls. Hot beverages were taken and posh cake digested. And to think some people were pretending to 'be at work'.

The event swung around four questions. The first asked us to talk in pairs about a time we "totally trusted someone". What was the experience, what did it feel like? I got chatting with someone who told me how they had 'bonded' with their partner over an intense dislike of dating. As described to me this was a proper meeting of minds and outlook that was recognised instantly by both parties. They saw it as an 'opportunity' and both were 'relieved' to have found a sympathetic ear and a glad eye. It was heartwarming stuff.

We then moved the topic from the personal to the professional and asked what made trusting relationships function in the workplace. The answers we arrived at jointly sounded like statements of the bleeding obvious, but put under intense scrutiny started to carry more weight. All the time we were jotting words and phrases on to a paper tablecloth. Lines such as "say what you do and do what you say" and "deliver on promises" put some flesh on to the bones of everyday exchanges that involve trust, and which without trust would collapse. Relying on others is how our lives function.

From working in pairs we moved to working the table, exploring within the group the mechanics of trust and how that might be nurtured. I learned of one stroke survivor's desire to ride a horse again, having grown up around horses in Romania. By now an artist had been earwigging at each table and was busy creating a 'live graphic' of our thoughts. It was worth stopping just to watch as she gave visual birth to all our ideas.

The questions continued. We moved tables, went into huddles, struggled to find answers, but didn't give up. There was still plenty of cake left. At one table I put forward the idea that every 'hard', factual question a patient is asked by a clinician should be offset with a 'soft' question that gently explores the patient's life outside hospital. Cat or dog? was the example I used in a round-the-table demonstration (our table: three dogs, one cat and an awkward "cat and dog"). Questions about football, hobbies, telly, films, etc, can provide the therapist with valuable 'clues' that might open a window of opportunity on how best to advance treatment. There was some concern as to how what is essentially small-talk can be parlayed into 'productivity', the looming presence of a cash-conscious clipboarding nhs manager being the sticking point. I'm not sure my attempt to liken this kind of information-gathering to 'detective work' found any buyers.

So what did I learn at the #trustworldcafe? Too many things to list here, so please check the Twitter feeds for details. But if I had to pick one it would be at the beginning of the session when, by way of a warm-up, Tess gave us a list of questions to ask each other. The last of these was something like, "What is the craziest outcome you can imagine springing from this #trustworldcafe?" To illustrate, Tess told us her answer. It was that news of this event's runaway success reaches a rich publisher, who invites Tess to write a book about it, earning her £4million. Her newfound wealth somehow puts her in contact with George Clooney, who promptly ditches his existing wife and marries Tess. And everyone lives happily ever after. Such is the power of the hashtag.

Diary: My Stroke Journey

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Art gave Billy Mann a chance to tell the story of his stroke in an unusual and often graphic way

My annual visit to the National Hospital of Neurology and Neurosurgery in Queen Square, London, to deliver some macaroons and Vin Santo to the therapy team for Christmas, got me feeling sentimental. I realised that visiting the Neuro Rehabilitation Unit (NRU) on the second floor has become like returning to your old school. Memories come flooding back. Seeing the patients travelling the same rocky road I did four years ago is a wrench, riddled with pain but saved by an overwhelming sense of hope. So much happened here for me. It is where my life was put back together. It was a rebirth. So, as naff as that sounds, I feel quite attached to the place and to the people who helped me during my two-month stay.

Most of them have moved on, but Anne Fleming, who dealt with social work issues, was still there and full of good spirit and a still unfeasibly straight fringe. I deposited the festive goodies with her, asked her to pass on my best wishes to anyone who might remember me and put in a plug for an exhibition of paintings by survivors of brain injury from Headway East London art studio, Submit To Love.

It wasn't such a shameless plug since I have a series of five paintings included in the exhibition depicting my 'stroke journey', and as already stated, NRU played a key part in that. Each of my paintings includes a hand-written paragraph describing the five 'chapters' of the past four years, from the moment of the stroke to my life as it is today.

The first, 'Surrender' attempts to illustrate the period from the initial trauma to when I went into surgery.

The second picture, 'Oblivion', is all about what happened in surgery.


The third, 'Confusion', examines what happened after surgery when I was in and out of ITU and then on the stroke ward.


The fourth painting in the series, 'Survival', covers the sink-or-swim experience of my stay in NRU, where the chance to start again kicks into action.


And the final picture, 'Release', reflects of my life since discharge from hospital in February 2013 and the shape it has taken since then.

I could bang on endlessly about these pictures and their meaning, but the blunt truth is that, once they were finished, I was glad to see the back of them. I was bored with myself, and right now I don't care if I never see them again. Sometimes the right thing to do is to simply let go of what was and what happened. Strange, though, I can't imagine losing the tiny bit of love I feel whenever I visit the National Hospital in Queen Square, and long may the macaroons continue to be delivered.

The exhibition of paintings by members of Headway East London is at Stratford Circus Arts Centre, London, until 23 February 2017.

Diary: A Better Conversation

Stroke World Café

The first patient-clinician interview is the chance to start a beautiful partnership, says Billy Mann

Health professionals fret far more than you might ever imagine about how they interact with patients. Many even struggle with the word patient. Other terms for the person being treated are ‘client’ and ‘service user’. They temptation to reach for the word ‘customer’ is never far away.

Hold that thought while I tell you about a group I attended recently to work through the foundations of what will hopefully turn into a World Café around the subject of stroke. Briefly, the idea is to build the notion of a ‘conversation’ into the clinician/patient meeting point. Those present at the meeting, brought together by Tess Baird from Barts Health, all came from the health professions or from academia. Plus me, with my A-level in Geology and a diploma in stroke survival.

So it goes without saying that my input was purely anecdotal. I told them all how, during stroke rehab, I stupidly urged an OT to coach me in getting in and out of the bath, only then to get stuck in the bath, robbed, as the stroke had left me, of the upper-body strength to lift myself into a bath-exiting position. I told other hilarious stroke stories, too, and watched as they all glazed over, but my one serious point concerned what I called the ‘partnership’ a patient needs to form with the health professionals charged with their care.

I decided early in the exploration of my post-stroke world to ‘get people onside’. OK, confession, my wife told me to do it, in fairly blunt and unambiguous terms. But it worked, or at least it did for me. I talked in a friendly way to all professionals. I listened to their gripes. I learned that my physio was studying for a masters degree. I gossiped for Britain and passed on advice for vegetarians travelling in Italy. All of this seemed to bind our common purpose in a more meaningful and, yes, fun way. My wife now refers to me as a 'people person'.

I continued this crazy experiment once I had been discharged from hospital. First on the list for my newfound charm offensive was my GP. I learned about his family, about his specialist areas of medicine and tried to get him to bitch about bureaucracy and the tedium of top-down meddling in the nhs. He didn't crack, maintaining a steely resolve throughout. No confidential or compromising disclosures took place, but the very act of talking made, and continues to make, a difference to how we ‘work together’.

Others in the group made serious points, too. Physiotherapist Volkmar Müller talked about the everyday realities of the physio’s job and how ‘had nice a chat with X’ would not be considered by his line manager as a suitable entry on that day's list of ‘work completed’. Stefan Cantore, a seasoned egghead in organisational behaviour at Southampton University, fleshed out the World Café philosophy and its potential. He also helpfully (for me) clarified the difference between conversation and dialogue.

The small room in Mile End hospital fizzed with the desire to find practical routes towards better communication, but one theme emerged persistently: TRUST. Build trust. Professionals to trust patients; patients to trust professionals. It’s a two-way thing and demands active participation and a big old willingness to give it a go. And this is where we come back to THE CONVERSATION.

Just for a laugh, I decided to do a quick search of synonyms for the word ‘conversation’. Top prizes go to: tête-à-tête, heart-to-heart, breaking bread, head-to-head, shoot the breeze, natter, confab, chit-chat, rabbit. In my head it's already starting to sound like two lines in a rap song, but whatever you want to call it, just get on with doing it, and at some point in the future maybe we will be able to state with confidence that to Talk The Talk and to Walk The Walk are exactly the same thing.