Dr. Chatty

It’s time for your checkup. Wait 30 minutes to an hour in a waiting room and fill out forms. Then wait another hour for the doctor to be ready to see you. Then see the doctor for 4.5 minutes, try explaining any issues to him or her, and then proceed to be politely shoved out of the office to make room for the next patient.

Although this (unfortunately) seems to be the case for most people vying for their doctor’s attention, Dr. Cecilia Chang wishes to change that.

Known lovingly as “Dr. Chatty” by her patients and fellow staff members, Chang is currently a physician-in-training, working as a second-year pediatric medicine resident at a reputable hospital in Queens. She hates the factory-like environment of a hospital, where one patient sees a doctor, they speak for five minutes, and the next patient comes in.

“The whole experience of being in a hospital with an ailment is tough on anybody, and with a machine-like doctor, can be almost unbearable,” Chang explains. “Being a doctor isn’t about the paycheck you get at the end of the day, or how many patients you’ve cured; being a doctor is about being devoted to my patients and their lives.”

She combats this mechanical mentality of medicine by taking extra time to each of her patients on an individual basis.

“I try taking extra time to talk to them to really get to know them past their illness.”

Chang contributes her talkative behavior to her upbringing and family life.

Born to a Fujianese family in Schenectady, New York, Chang grew up with her parents’ high expectations always in her mind.

“My parents came to America with the mindset that their kids need to get the highest education possible. That’s why my brothers – one a pharmacist, one a lawyer – and I all got doctorates in our respective fields.”

Chang grew up with “TCM” or “Traditional Chinese Medicine.” She claims her parents were very old school and grew up with the mentality that herbal medicine and acupuncture were the key to solve any illness. Although when Chang was hospitalized with acute asthma exacerbation at a very young age, her parents had to learn to assimilate.

“My parents learned quickly with that experience that some medicines that are a part of the western world are necessary.”

And with this experience, Chang’s love for medicine grew.

After volunteering at a children’s hospital, Chang also realized she loved talking to people and getting to know them. She attributes that aspect of her personality to her life growing up as the “forgotten middle child” of her family.

“As a middle child I was ignored from time to time,” she said, chuckling. “So now I make sure to give my patients enough time to speak, unlike how I was treated back in the day.”

Chang loves talking to her patients and their families, making them feel comfortable and welcome. She says, however, there are some drawbacks.

“Once I had a patient who came in for a headache, but they found a previously undiagnosed tumor in her brain. I had to watch her parents cry, but because we found it early and we were able to work with it, they somehow found it in their hearts to be grateful to us.”

“It was one of the saddest experiences of my career, using my knack for talking to people to deliver such sad news. But in response to my words, the child’s parents uttered words that keep me going every time something goes badly for a patient: ‘Thank you for helping us, thank you for giving us hope, thank you for telling us it’ll be okay.’ Words like these make my job worthwhile.”

And although Chang makes it her mission to create a more cozy environment at her hospital, she acknowledges that it’s difficult to do with the amount of patients most doctors have per day.

“I like to think I’m efficient, but because I like to give my patients the opportunity to get settled, I guess I’m not as efficient as I could be.”

But Chang states that that is the least of her worries, as long as Dr. Chatty gets to converse with her patients for a reasonable amount of time.

Nancy Hua’s Interview as told to Ann Kochupurackal

Nancy Hua was originally from China and lived in a close-knit community with her parents and grandparents. At the age of 15, she and her parents left almost everything behind and moved to Flushing, NY, USA in search of a better life. Although Nancy was skeptical and unhappy with the initial move, ten years later as she says her story she says she enjoys America now while maintaining some key rituals and traditions from her Chinese culture.

The Good Ol’ Days

We lived in a very rural neighborhood, like in the countryside I suppose you can say. It was very hot; there was a lot of the rice patties. So we lived in a house and when you drive you could pass by the rice patties. But you know, like very close to nature, not like here.

I miss the motorcycles and the bicycles. Getting around in China, everyone’s a crazy driver but you can walk to most places, or in my village you can. Every child in China has ridden in a motorcycle.

Why I’m Here

It was more my parents’ decision than mine. I wasn’t that happy. I was already in school. I didn’t want to start all over.

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The Journey & First Impressions

A lot of the stuff from my room I didn’t bring because there wasn’t enough space. So I didn’t really bring much of anything.

I thought I would be kind of miserable. I thought it was going to be a lot of white people and not a lot of Chinese people like me. I thought that in the city a lot of things would be expensive and people won’t talk to you like how we did in our village.

Relearning the ABCs

I just chose my English name here. My name is Sui Ying. But when I came to America I could choose a nickname in English and I chose Nancy.

And even though we learned English in school, we don’t really take it that seriously. It’s just like a second language.

My classmates didn’t really speak to me because I couldn’t speak to them.

Here I think the teachers are more understanding. In China they are like more strict than your parents.

Transition and Assimilation

When I first came here I had a very Chinese accent and people would ask me to repeat what I said and they’d always ask me “Are you from China?” And some of them would say “Are you Korean? Are you Japanese?” And then I would be kind of offended because I’m clearly Chinese but I think that’s just because when I first came here they don’t know me.

After a while, this place is okay because in some sense you have a lot of freedom here because you can go places on your own – public transportation – you can go with your friends. Here there’s a lot of things to see and here you can do it by yourself. You don’t need to rely on anyone else.

We celebrate Chinese New Year still. We go to the Buddhist temple and we pray for good luck in the new year.

I speak Cantonese Chinese at home. I still have to speak to my parents in Chinese. If anything I lose a lot of the writing memory because I haven’t written in Chinese in a while. But because my parents’ English isn’t so good, I had to speak both Cantonese and English.

Food

There’s a lot of Chinese supermarkets so food didn’t really change. Mostly we eat rice every day so the dishes here are also the same because my parents make it also the same. With the rice, we have a lot of choi, it’s like a vegetable, we eat like other meat, fish, frogs, snakes, and lobster.

Dimsum is a tradition of how we pass the afternoon. They roll the carts with all the dimsum dishes by you and you just pick what you want. There’s one called phoenix feet but it’s basically chicken feet but it’s dyed red.

China vs. United States

America is a very big place full of strangers that you don’t know but there is a lot of opportunities there because you can do anything you want.

In China there’s more expected roles for you to go into. Like a lot of the men, they go into business. And the women, they’ll go into housework or like banking. Like there’s a kind of differentiation between what a woman does and what a man does. Here I don’t feel like that’s the case.

Flushing

I think it’s become more commercialized. It almost looks like they’re trying to mimic Manhattan. Maybe it’s like the lights, the more people seem to be moving in, there’s more hotels in Flushing than when I first came here, so there seems to be a lot more people now.

What Could Have Happened

If I didn’t move here, my life would be like my cousin in China right now. She is already married and has kids and maybe I would have a different job. I’d probably still be living with my parents because my family lives very close together. And I would probably be less independent than I were now.

To Infinity and Beyond

I think it would be easier for my future kids because if they are born here they have the security of knowing that they’re a citizen here and they grew up with the culture already so they don’t have to learn to be part of a different culture and kind of miss the old culture.

I would like to maybe own my own house here. I don’t know if I’m going to maybe find someone here or find someone in China. Most likely they would have to be Chinese or Chinese and American because they would understand my culture better and better interact with my parents.

Now

I still think I’m Chinese more than American. Maybe it’s because I came here when I was a little bit older I still think that China is where I grew up so that’s like my home and this is America, where I am living right now. Where you were born, where you grew up in is your home.

Master Hands

Master Hands

Russ and Reyn Photography – In their series of photos titled “Master Hands,” models are picked up by a giant shadowy hand, and being scared by it. The interactive human shadows are created through the use of set lighting, which gives the shadow hand a life of its own and lets an inanimate object take control of the photo.

Coconut Grinders Travel to America

“You won’t survive there if you don’t buy it!”

“But Aunty, do I really need-”

“Do you want to thrive in this new country?”

“Well, yes, but-”

“Then you have your answer.”

Thus, my mom bought a travel-sized coconut grinder in India, and brought it with her to America when she first came here.

Coconut grinders can be found in any kitchen in India, since all of our curries, sambars, and achaar require coconut as a staple ingredient. But my mom, unlike other girls, began to work at an early age with her grandfather in the family’s rubber tree forest, and she never really learned the fine arts of cooking. However, when she got married, my mom had to pack up her quiet, peaceful life in her rural village in India and move to bustling New York City with my dad and his family.

My mom was clueless as to how to prepare for this big move. So when my dad’s aunt told her that a coconut grinder was vital for survival, my mom listened blindly and bought a travel-size one. Along with some clothes and religious relics, the grinder came with my mom on her first trip to the US.

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Coconut grinder from aerial view

Luckily the grinder came to good use: since my parents came to Queens, New York, before the emergence of Indian grocery stores (filled with frozen, ready-made coconut shavings), my mom used the grinder to authentically grind up coconuts. I have fond memories of my mom sitting on the kitchen floor working on that contraption with me avidly watching in amusement. Although we don’t use it much anymore, my mom has still kept it for almost 30 years in our basement.  

Like my mom, I would like to keep some cultural traditions and rituals in my everyday lifestyle. However, I already see that this wish is really hard to achieve, because I can already tell that I’ve been ‘whitewashed.’ When my older sisters were growing up, their first language was Malayalam, they grew up eating authentic Indian food and they avidly watched Indian movies. However, my first language was English, I grew up eating processed frozen foods, and I watched Channel 13. The process of assimilation into the American society took a big toll on my family – because my uncles and aunts got more ‘Americanized,’ they in turn, transferred these new values onto the next set of younger children in the family.

But how much of a cultural background you have doesn’t solely depend on when you’re born in your family’s timeline. I believe the area a person grows up in has a big influence in how much of their native culture is retained throughout their life. I grew up in the relatively Indian neighborhood of Bellerose, so everywhere I looked I could see the effects of Indian culture in the area. If I had grown up in a whiter neighborhood, I wouldn’t have even kept the Indian culture that I’ve retained now – I believe the environment (including a child’s school, friends, and neighborhood) play a huge role in the shaping of a person’s cultural identity.

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Coconut grinder from side view

A person’s cultural identity grows from a young age. I believe childhood is the perfect time for it to foster and blossom – therefore I would want to instill a sense of cultural pride in my future children. I may sound like a hypocrite since I was never fully immersed in the culture, but I find it sad that some children are just purely American. Having that different cultural aspect to a person’s personality just makes the person a more complex, well-rounded person. And although I would prefer if I married a man from the same place in India (but a first-generation American like me), I would be content being with a man from anywhere – despite the many protests my parents would probably have. Just the opportunity for my future children to broaden their horizons from not one, but two different traditions is very appealing.

A person’s cultural identity is vital to their overall lifestyle and daily living. For my mom, her religious beliefs and cultural traditions remained with her despite the many years assimilating and building a life and family here in New York. Now my mom swears that she kept the coconut grinder because she intends for it to be my dowry when I get married. I’m slightly worried about the veracity of this reasoning but I know for a fact that even some of the most minute details about a person’s life can affect and stick with you forever. For my mom it was the coconut grinder, and although I don’t know what it will be for me yet, I hope I can pass it on to my children in the similar way my mom did.

Sticks of History

Akime! O’odham Oos:hikbina (calendar stick) Kept by Joseph Head

This stick made of saguaro cactus wood is a calendar stick titled “Akime! O’odham Oos:hikbina” and was found in Arizona, dating back to circa 1833-1921. ‘Oos:hikbina’ was translated by the Akimel O’ odham (River People) as “stick cut upon” and was used to keep oral histories alive using etchings and various symbols. One side of the stick was kept flat to ensure easy etchings of dots, small notches, V-shaped cuts, and deep straight lines to represent years. The symbols on the stick were often painted with blue soot and red clay. This Oos:hikbina records events dating back to 1833, from battles to natural phenomena to European influences like the building of the railroad in 1886. This stick documented important parts of history for the Akimel O’ odham, which gives historians a means to analyze and record parts of Native American history that are unknown to the public. A common misperception is that the natives are a savage group of people without any language or written form of communication; however, this stick – although seemingly useless – actually gives insight into the world of the Native Americans and shows that many of the tribes were organized and sophisticated enough to document important events.