Happy and Lucky

I have been sitting back here on the beach the last few weeks. Happy to be able to do so.

And while things have been calm on the beach because I will them to be so, it doesn’t take a skilled observer to see the chaos surrounding our political process. No matter where you stand on the political spectrum, you are most likely unhappy.

As my healthcare career continues to recede into my past, I realize how lucky I was to have been in a position to help people get better and be healthy. That may sound a little strange for someone who was not a clinician, but I know I made my contribution to improving the health of my community and even on occasion made an impact on a micro level.

I remember getting a call late one night from a family I knew who had just lost a loved one in a local car accident. Not a chaplain. Unqualified me! They sought someone to help find the resources they needed to cope with their terrible loss. I felt lucky that they considered me that someone who could help.

Nurses are lucky. Physicians are lucky. Therapists are lucky. Clinic receptionists are lucky. Billers are lucky. Environmental service workers are lucky. Even CEOs like me are lucky. We are fortunate to be in healthcare.

When you tell people you are part of a healthcare organization, whatever your job, you can tell from their expressions that they think you are lucky to be so. Whatever your political beliefs, they know that healthcare people put all that aside to focus on the most important person in the world—the person seeking care, solace and, if not cure, assurance they will not be alone on whatever journey is before them

With all the back and forward of debates about the Affordable Care Act, Covid-19, vaccines, increased incidence of depression and behavioral health problems, it is probably difficult for my former colleagues in healthcare to be aware of how lucky they are to be able to be there for others when the need is the greatest.

This is much more philosophical than I am usually comfortable with. As I look around healthcare from a distance, I hope all healthcare workers of all stripes realize they are lucky despite all the daily difficult challenges and real risks they face. And I hope that makes them happy. It always did me.


This is a more personal bit of musing than I would normally be comfortable in putting in this space. If that might make you as uncomfortable as it does me, you probably should stop here.

Yet as I sit on the beach and look back on my career for lessons that might help others, I cannot help but think that sometimes serendipity plays an important role. Serendipity can have a powerful effect on one’s career.

I have always believed that a manager of whatever rank needs to be able to articulate a view of where they want to be in the future both for themselves personally and for their organization. Call it the “vision” thing.

For me the vision thing began when I accepted my first and as it turned out my only CEO position. Serendipity played a role in that I was fortunate to have as my first board chair a remarkable man who too had the “vision” thing and who encouraged me to develop my own view of the future.

That man, B. Gale Wilson, passed away recently after a very long life. I was asked by my former organization—NorthBay Healthcare—- to put some thoughts to paper about Mr. Wilson and my experience with him. Consider the following a case study of the vision thing and serendipity with a special thanks to NorthBay for their help with editing my thoughts.


I remember like it was yesterday, the August evening in 1981 when, after spending an entire day in Fairfield being interviewed as a CEO candidate by board members, physician leaders and selected managers, I received a phone call from Gale Wilson at my then-home in Union City.

He asked me to come to his office the next day to “discuss some things.” I had not yet really processed in my mind whether I was still interested in the position. Coming from a much larger health care organization in Berkeley, I pondered if Intercommunity Hospital (ICH) would be the right move professionally.

In his office the next day, Gale talked to me about his vision for Fairfield and the need for Fairfield and Solano County to have a local health care organization it could be proud of. He wanted to see someone develop that vision for the future. Any doubts I had about that CEO position vanished. When he made me the offer, I accepted. So began a nine-year relationship with him as the board chair to whom I reported.

I collaborated with many other talented people, some of whom were already at ICH and some of whom I recruited to join the organization to explore the possibilities for ICH. Together we developed a plan some board members thought was far too ambitious for little ICH and Solano County.  

At the penultimate board meeting before approving or negating the plan and committing the necessary resources, Gale told reluctant board members that I had been recruited to bring change to health care in the county and he emphasized the board needed to live up to that commitment. His comments carried the day. 

That was real leadership. Other board members respected his opinion and judgment.

As board chair, Gale gave me great latitude in the way I did things. He said as city manager of Fairfield his wish was to have the freedom I had to make things happen. He understood, though, that public entities had different constraints than private organizations.

In that first year we made many changes operationally which made some people unhappy. We upgraded rehabilitation services, ended an exploitative contract with an outside firm managing our pharmacy and brought in a new group of well-trained, young emergency service physicians. When I expressed to Gale my concern about the opposition I was getting, his response was, “The dogs may bark but the caravan moves on,” his way of saying he and the board of directors had my back.

Another problem needing to be addressed in that first year was how to meet the health care needs of Vacaville. A few years earlier, a developer had come to town with big promises to build a hospital. When he failed to do that, he left a bitter community. I sensed that bitterness early in my tenure when Gale took me to Vacaville to meet community leaders, all of whom — despite the fact that ICH’s board had Vacaville residents on it — could not believe the hospital in Fairfield could or would do something meaningful in Vacaville. Gale knew I must understand the depth of bitterness in Vacaville about the lack of health care services. He saw Vacaville as a growing community that deserved more services in their community, so he asked me to devote some attention to the issue.

This was interesting to me because many people felt that Gale was only concerned about making Fairfield better and he did not care for any other city. That was an unfair and incorrect judgment to make. Gale wanted all communities in Solano County to progress.

After this visit, my team quickly developed and implemented a strategy that would include opening an urgent care center in Vacaville. Before it began seeing patients, we held an open house on a Saturday. There was a throng of interested Vacaville residents waiting to see this new service from ICH. It was then I truly realized that Gale sagely understood the desires of Vacaville.

From that modest beginning, we started thinking “big” about Vacaville. Gale encouraged me to think big. With his help in opening some doors within county government, we were relieved of an onerous prior bond issuance which would have made it very difficult to finance any major project in Vacaville. 

With that accomplished, we began to conceive something all the consultants and experts said was a folly — building a hospital in Vacaville. Since it was a “big” idea, Gale was an enthusiastic supporter from the beginning. He helped us develop community support from elected officials in both Vacaville and Fairfield. Without Gale Wilson, then-Vacaville Mayor Bill Carroll and then-City Manager Walt Graham, there is no way NorthBay VacaValley Hospital would have happened.

A side story: Gale wanted us to include, if possible, a large water feature to distinguish the setting of a Vacaville hospital. Our budget was extremely tight, but Gale was stubborn. I finally convinced him we could not afford the water feature. He always seemed sad about that.  

Gale also was instrumental in establishing the neonatal intensive care unit in ICH. When I explained that critically ill newborns were being separated at birth from their mothers and sent to hospitals in San Francisco and Napa, he was very upset. He was a strong advocate of the idea that those babies should stay with their mothers in ICH. We had to overcome much opposition from the other hospitals that questioned whether upstart ICH could operate a quality NICU.

One day I explained to Gale the difficulty in attracting a neonatologist to direct our NICU. What I did not know was that Gale was a friend of a neonatologist who attended his church and who was stationed at David Grant Medical Center. This highly qualified physician would be leaving the Air Force in a year’s time. Once Gale got him interested in ICH’s NICU development, we were able to recruit him as medical director. To this day, the NICU is consistently highly rated for the quality of its care.

Soon we recognized ICH had grown beyond being just a hospital. With the opening of the hospital in Vacaville, we needed to consider reorganization. Gale was very interested, but as usual, it met with some resistance from some quarters. He helped guide a yearlong process with the board, resulting in a holding company being formed to oversee operation of three subsidiary organizations. Again, without his support and leadership, this never would have been possible.

During the nine years I was blessed with Gale as board chair, we completely modernized the operations of ICH, opened a second hospital, started the process of bringing specialized hospital services to Solano County, improved the financial underpinnings of the organization, built two medical office buildings, started a hospice program and completed a corporate reorganization. That is what happens when you have leadership at the board level.

I well remember the day I learned Gale would be leaving his city manager position, and therefore his board membership, to become a missionary for his church. One day when I was between planes at the Dallas-Fort Worth Airport, I heard: “Mr. Gary Passama, you have a message at the red courtesy phone.”

At first I didn’t believe they were saying my name. But then it repeated. With trepidation I found a courtesy phone. Somehow, Gale had tracked me down and wanted to let me know that later that day it would be announced he would be leaving his position with the city. He did not want me to be surprised.

Gale was a visionary leader in many venues. When I suggested to the city that the new street in front of NorthBay Medical Center be named for Gale, it became a fitting tribute. Today it stands as a memorial to a man who wanted his community to be outstanding in every possible way.

Taking A Knife To A Gunfight

In the olden days before Covid-19, my extended family would get together once or twice a year to just catch up with each other in person. These gatherings would consist of at least 40-50 people, all of whom were linked to my now passed parents.

There were groups within this tribal gathering. One large group was relatives who had a law enforcement background. One of my brothers is a retired police officer who no doubt inspired younger family members to consider a career in law enforcement. We have police officers and deputy sheriffs as well as younger college age family members preparing for a career in law enforcement. We even have a retired Superior Court judge in this cohort.

Inevitably the law enforcement tribe will get together at these gatherings to discuss topics of interest. I am not sure what the discussion subjects are. Favorite donut shops? Whatever, our extended family is proud of these relatives dedicated to protecting and helping all citizens, especially in these trying times. These relatives risk their lives everyday for all of us.

There is another tribe in the family. These are relatives who have a connection to healthcare. Even though I am now well established on the beach I proudly include myself in this tribe. We have nurses in the family, a pharmacist and a number of others who are not clinicians but work in healthcare. Being in a helping profession is a source of pride for these tribe members even with the personal risk associated with the pandemic.

A final smaller tribe in the family is that of the educators. Always under appreciated, teachers today are in the midst of controversy surrounding when it will be safe to reopen schools. When schools finally reopen completely, another group of public servants will be taking risks for the rest of us.

The risks my extended family members face became even more real recently when I learned that one of my police officer relatives was sent home from work because of possible exposure to Covid-19. He is now living apart from his family waiting for testing.

Police work involves working with others on a daily basis. There was another officer with whom my relative works who received a phone call from his wife, an ER nurse. The nurse had tested positive for Covid. Immediately, the husband as well as other officers who had been in contact with him were told to isolate. A large number of officers were removed from duty. The husband subsequently began exhibiting possible Covid symptoms.

Hopefully, this story will have a good ending. It’s too soon to tell what the outcome will be. The story does show how this virus can spread even when precautions are taken. My family member who takes his job to protect the public very seriously now finds himself at risk.

The dangers healthcare workers and first responders face everyday remind me of the movie “The Untouchables”. The film contains a memorable bit of advice given by a grizzled G-man (Sean Connery) to a somewhat naive Elliot Ness (Kevin Costner) who is trying to rid Chicago of gangsters:

“You wanna know how you do it? Here’s how, they pull a knife, you pull a gun.”

It seems right now that our front-line helpers are in the same position as those many years ago who were trying to eradicate Chicago of gangsters.

I have read that some people are saying that those among us who are on the front lines of dealing with this vicious virus should be given some kind of medal for the risks they take for the rest of us. I certainly agree that when this is all behind us some form of recognition is due because right now we are sending our helpers to a gunfight armed with a knife.

One More Mountain Dew

It’s been seven weeks since I last put any thoughts to paper in this space. My last item (“Killing Healthcare”) about the financial crisis facing hospitals and medical groups remains unfortunately in the continuing Covid-19 era still relevant. It’s been a depressing time. I really wish I could do something from here on the beach for the great people working in these organizations.

As if to confirm the ongoing crisis, a specialist doctor I know contacted me several weeks ago for advice. He had to close his office per state direction during the first three months of Covid and it devastated his practice financially. A solo practitioner not part of a larger healthcare entity, he was seeking possible salvation by exploring the possibility of giving up his independence. I did what I could to open some doors for him.

Something has changed, however, during the past seven weeks. The use of digital technology has allowed changes to occur in business models including in healthcare.

One modest example—as soon as the ban on visiting physician offices was lifted my primary care doctor’s office reminded me that I was now a little overdue for my annual physical, something I prefer to avoid but always get snared. I dutifully went to my scheduled appointment in an office newly configured and awash in hand sanitizers. I felt a little like Typhoid Mary. I surprised (disappointed?) my doctor by being in good shape for the shape I was in. He ordered some blood tests and said his nurse practitioner would contact me for a video conference about the results.

Video conference? That was new and a week later she and I were viewing each other as we discussed my results. She did seem disappointed that all my lab values were normal, something she says she seldom sees. I felt bad for her. She did get me on my Mountain Dew consumption. I felt good for her.

Video and digital technology seems to be the wave of the future and it is working. My gym is still closed but in the interval I threw away ten years of accumulated trash in the smaller of our two garages and installed a NordicTrack rowing machine and a very trendy Peloton bike which has a somewhat frightening cult following. I now have a nifty home gym. I did promise my wife she can use the rest of the garage to store her vast collection of Christmas decorations but I am hoping she forgets.

Each piece of my home gym equipment has a video component with live and on demand classes. They are fun and demanding and not every instructor is in his or her twenties. Each time I take a class I produce a variety of metrics which are stored for me to review. I can now confirm digitally that I am out of shape which my family has been confirming visually for years.

In both instances, the nature of my interaction has been changed, probably forever. Doctor visits will be changed even when Covid-19 is no longer in the forefront of our minds.

Similarly, I am not sure I will ever need to step into a gym again now that I have a high tech home gym and am a Peloton cult member. My username is “garycal” and sadly I am a member of the Peloton over 60 group. High five me digitally if you see me on the leaderboard (way down on the leaderboard).

So perhaps in this dismal time there is hope and something good will come from the forced changes we have all endured. I believe that to be so. In the meantime I will end this item as I need a Mountain Dew.

Killing Healthcare

Now that the initial surge in COVID-19 cases seems to be flattening, the cost in terms of lives is becoming clearer. Patients in nursing homes seem to be particularly vulnerable.

Caregivers including physicians, nurses and other bedside staff have paid a terrible price in coming down with the disease and sadly some have given their lives. As I indicated a few weeks ago, we need to become wiser in preparing for any new surge in COVID-19 or new virus which may afflict us in the future.

There is another horrible dimension to this pandemic which is only now becoming more apparent. COVID-19 has laid waste to the financial health of our healthcare system. It is killing the organizations we rely upon to care for us when we are sick. This includes integrated healthcare systems, freestanding hospitals and independent medical practices.

This financial carnage became apparent to me this week when I read Sutter Health’s “VOLUNTARY NOTICE OF EVENT RELATED TO COVID-19”. This was an eleven page disclosure to holders of its various bond issues and it paints a very concerning picture of the effects of the pandemic on Sutter’s financial status.

In this document, Sutter outlines the massive decrease in volume of all categories of patient care as well the extraordinary increase in expenses as it prepared for what could have been an overwhelming number of COVID-19 patients. As it has so far turned out, the number of people with the virus requiring hospitalization was not as great as some predicted. Hopefully, that will continue to be the case. Sutter like most health systems and hospitals had to be prepared for the worst.

This perfect storm of decrease in normal patient volume and increase in expense means that for the first quarter of 2020 ending March 30, Sutter had an operating loss of 236 million dollars. That is a staggering figure.

For the month of April, Sutter had an operating loss of 360 million dollars. That is an operating margin of negative 50.57%. These are sobering amounts for a heretofore financially strong health system. Sutter in its disclosure raised the possibility that if this trend continues it might be in violation of one or more of its bond covenants. Sutter’s disclosure statement can be found by going to the following article in the Sacramento Bee and clicking on the link in the article about Sutter: http://www.sacbee.com/article242778051.html .

Sutter is not alone in its now weaken financial condition. Other large health systems are beginning to report similar situations. The Mayo Clinic, as one such example, has suffered massive financial losses as a result of this pandemic. Recovering from this magnitude of financial devastation will be difficult and many may not be able to do so without outside assistance.

I have been afraid to ask my successor at the smaller health system I spent 35 years as CEO what the financial impact of COVID-19 has been. We spent many years building our reserves for a rainy day but this virus is much more than a rainy day. I thought when I retired that I had left my organization in excellent financial shape. I worry about the long term effects of this scourge on healthcare in my community.

There has been some financial relief from the federal government and while appreciated it has not been nearly enough. There is hope that the next round of federal assistance currently being considered by the Congress will result in more financial aid but there are other damaged sectors of the economy competing for the same consideration.

California is considering how it might assist healthcare providers. Whether any significant aid is possible in light of the state’s burgeoning deficit due to COVID-19 is problematical.

I fear that if there is a second surge of this scourge later this year and it is recommended that we adopt the same closure of “elective” services, we will kill in a financial sense healthcare providers. Hopefully, we have learned lessons from the last few months which will allow a more nuanced approach to containing the virus while allowing healthcare providers to also survive.

Why Do We Have Hospitals—Revisited

National Nurses Week begins on May 6 as it does every year. The theme this year is Compassion/Expertise/Trust. Honoring the nursing profession is especially meaningful this year given the role nurses have played in the continuing struggle against the Covid-19 virus. Nurses are part of a team and their role is pivotal. Last year at this time I wrote and published in this space some thoughts about the nursing profession and how it affected my perspective on patient care throughout my career. Those thoughts from last year are I believe worth repeating and they follow.


Many years ago when I was newly promoted to Chief Operating Officer of a large hospital in Berkeley, I was asked by the Chief Nursing Officer who had been my peer but was now my subordinate this question:
Why do we have hospitals?

I offered several fumbling answers, each of which she told me was wrong. I was beginning to think she was trying to put newly promoted me in my place when she gave me the correct answer: Because patients need nursing care. That’s the reason they are admitted.

She was right then and she would still be right today. The fundamental reason why patients are in the hospital is because after everyone else has had a go at them, they require the care and attention of a nurse to recover.

While nursing care continues to become more dependent on technology and requires increasingly more education and training, it still is at its core a one-to-one relationship with the patient.

My introduction to the profession of nursing took place as part of my graduate education. I was in the minority of my graduate program cohort in that I had no clinical background. That’s how I found myself doing the duties of a nurse’s aide in a Bay Area hospital for four months before my first semester.

I worked alongside nurses and saw them using both high-tech and more importantly high touch in their care of patients. One situation I will never forget was watching late one night from across the intensive care unit a nurse brushing the hair of a seriously ill teen age girl who was crying, offering her comfort with her words. I watched that girl get calm and for the first time understood the importance of nursing.

Another time I was working in the emergency service when an elderly woman in cardiac arrest was brought in. She had been on a passenger train when she fell ill. My job was to fetch things for the doctors and nurses as they tried to revive her to no avail. When the patient was declared dead, one of the nurses asked me to remain in the room with her and the patient. She told me that what we were about to do was as important as all the efforts to save the patient’s life. Our job was to prepare the patient to be seen by her husband who was waiting elsewhere in the hospital. She said it was important that he see his wife as he remembered her and not as someone with tubes and other equipment connected to her. That nurse taught me that caring for the patient sometimes means caring for others as well.

I saw other nursing interventions that continue to move me emotionally even many years later. Often, it seems that the only person taking the time to truly understand the concerns of patients is the nurse.

I am proud that there are now nurses in my family. It is a great profession with many avenues of opportunity. Whenever I can, I encourage young people to explore nursing as a career.

While the nursing profession now has many important roles outside the hospital, I remain partial to hospital nurses because, after all, that’s why we have hospitals.

May 6 is National Nurses Day and that week is National Nurses Week. If you know a nurse, give her or him a thank-you for what they do. They deserve the recognition.

Becoming Wiser

“Any fool can know. The point is to understand.” Albert Einstein

Since COVID-19 began affecting my life, this fool has resisted adding to the items I have posted on this site. Instead, I have tried to understand the dynamics of this interesting and disconcerting time.

My life has changed and not for the better. It has been weeks since I have seen my seven grandchildren even though they live close by. I have been told over and over again in the media that because I am over a certain age I am fragile. I think the word is stamped on my forehead.

Because my daily exercise must now come from fast walks around the neighborhood rather than in a gym, I have to watch out for rattlesnakes in my path while I try to not be fragile. I am considering getting a Peloton exercise bike but the video instructors seem dauntingly fit and I am not.

I get excited when my wife and I go out to lunch occasionally by going through the drive-thru at Chik-fil-A and then finding a remote spot in the parking lot to eat. Sort of like high school.

Things have changed dramatically as well in healthcare. Politicians no longer seem concerned about price transparency, an issue I have always thought was more hype than real at least here in California. Now the number of ventilators and the supply of personal protective equipment consumes elected leaders.

Governors are elbowing each other to get on cable news programs. You can see New York tough and California cool everyday. Other healthcare related issues once thought to be important have disappeared because of a virus.

Hospitals and the people who work within them are now hailed by the pols as heroes and heroines rather than the source of wasted expenditures. They have always been worthy of praise but maybe COVID-19 is helping people to remember that. I hope that memory lingers on after the pandemic itself becomes a memory.

A pandemic reorients viewpoints and issue priorities. Maybe the fools are beginning to understand the fragility of healthcare institutions and public health. One can hope.

I have come to understand some issues that we within healthcare must become wiser about. We have allowed ourselves to worship without regard to consequences at the altar of reducing costs. That is how we find ourselves at the mercy of a totalitarian country which produces most of the basic supplies like masks and gowns used in healthcare facilities. We need to be willing to spend a little more so that other countries including our own are encouraged to produce such necessities. That’s called spreading the risk.

We need to reconsider in hospitals how staffing patterns are determined. There has been great pressure from the politicians and others to keep staffing at a minimum level consistent with patient need. This works until demand for services greatly increases and suddenly you have more patients than staff to care for them. We will need to build more flexibility to meet staffing needs in the next pandemic.

Becoming wiser will not come without costs. The current COVID-19 situation has laid waste to even financially strong healthcare organizations. When you hear about layoffs in the midst of the pandemic at organizations like Mayo Clinic, you know that things are bad. Will smaller healthcare organizations be able to survive?

Which brings me to a quotation by John Ruskin I have often written about and which hung on the walls of my office during my career:

“There is hardly anything in the world that some man cannot make a little worse and sell a little cheaper, and the people who consider price only are this man’s lawful prey.”

Here’s to becoming wiser.

Women of Influence

I was reading my local Sunday newspaper this weekend while on the beach. Reading the Sunday newspaper use to take at least one hour but now I can do it in twenty minutes or less. Change has wreaked havoc on this particular mode of communication.

This particular Sunday, however, there was an insert recognizing local “Women of Influence” complete with photos and brief biographies of each woman. My old organization’s three female senior managers were among the honorees. I was very happy to see that. Each has immense responsibility and was worthy of that recognition. As I wrote to them, the only change I would have made would be to call them “People of Influence”.

Reading about my former colleagues got me to thinking about the female senior managers who had influence on me or whose skills as managers impressed me and made my job as CEO easier.

I first thought of a woman who was an Assistant Administrator (now we call them Vice Presidents) at the hospital where I had my first administrative position. She was a graceful, experienced manager who was old enough to be my mother. I was a twenty-three year old senior manager (in those days it was possible to be hired into a senior management position right out of grad school) who had more opinions than wisdom. She tempered my opinionated self even though she was technically my peer.

One day, I was carrying on about an assistant administrator at the rival hospital in Berkeley whom I did not like simply because he was at the rival hospital. That made sense to me but not to her. She brought me up short and told me about how community-oriented that person was and what a great person of integrity he was. That person I did not like later became a colleague and even later a valued consultant to me. He remains a friend to this day. Thank-you, Margaret, for educating this ignorant young person.

A few years later, I became the chief operating officer of that hospital and the nursing function was part of my realm. We had just recruited a new chief nursing officer who had a strong academic background and even stronger views about what a professional nurse should be. She challenged me, not in a disrespectful way, to learn about the nursing profession. In a story I have told many times, she early on asked me why are people admitted to hospitals? I fumbled with my answers, finally saying it was a place for doctors to do their work. Wrong answer, she emphatically replied. Patients are admitted to hospitals because they require nursing care. As I thought about it, I realized she was right. One more woman of influence in my professional life. Thank-you, Geraldine.

When I became CEO at the place where I would spend almost thirty-six years, I brought the lessons I had learned in Berkeley. I was blessed over the years at the new organization with strong managers of both genders, most of whom did not hesitate to confront me if they thought I was wrong about something. Given my opinionated ways, there were many such discussions.

That first year as CEO, I had only one senior manager who was female. She was not particularly welcoming as she had hoped one of the other existing seniors managers would be named CEO by the board rather than an outsider. She was tough on the me, making it clear I would not have a reserved parking space. Never having had one it was no loss although I wondered who was the CEO in this relationship. As we developed a relationship which would always be a little rocky, I appreciated the zeal she brought to her job and the loyalty she earned from others. Thank-you, Alison for making sure my head size did not grow.

As the years went by and my organization grew, so did the number of senior managers until one day, I realized that half of my senior managers were female which was at the time unusual. It was not because I was somehow enlightened. It was simply a process of elimination during the recruitment process—the best got the job.

That group of female senior managers were the key to what became an explosive era of growth. In the process, they became role models for other women in the organization. Most had a long tenure; two were with me for thirty years or more and they were all fantastic managers. Thank-you Deborah, Elnora, Kathy, Margy, Bridgit and Pam.

The three female senior managers recognized this week joined the organization in 2014-15. They inherited a culture that they have made better. They walk in the shoes of some great senior managers of both genders but each in her own way is putting her stamp on the organization. Thank-you Aimee, Traci and Nicole.

When I read about the glass ceiling women face in other industries, I have to laugh. How backward is it to think that women are not as capable as men? Healthcare proves that wrong everyday.

Covid-19: Close To Home

Normally I prefer in this space to address issues in healthcare which have wider applicability rather than being just NorthBay Healthcare focused. After all, I retired almost three years ago after being NorthBay’s CEO for over 35 years. It was good to be the king. It’s even better being on the beach.

However, NorthBay Healthcare and, more specifically NorthBay VacaValley Hospital, was the center of media attention for two days beginning last Thursday. Fate delivered to NorthBay VacaValley Hospital the first known Covid-19 patient in the nation who had no travel history to China or known exposure to a Covid-19 carrier.

Important questions were raised about how this virus could have been transmitted to the patient given the apparent lack of exposure to someone who had been afflicted with it. Local, state and federal public health officials are pursuing the answer.

Meanwhile, the media has been in a frenzy about this new viral disease which so far seems to be relatively mild in effect for most people. General assignment reporters recast themselves as public health sleuths while asking inane questions of real public health experts. Cable news programs depending on their political leaning blamed either the President or the Speaker of the House for just about any development involving Covid-19. It became a political virus too.

NorthBay’s Vice President of Public Affairs (the person who twisted my arm ten years ago to write a blog for NorthBay so blame him for my continued blogging) particpated in a televised press conference with public health officials. He did a great job of explaining how the hospital had followed the guidelines of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention before transferring the patient to the University of California, Davis Medical Center which also followed the guidelines. The media seemed to be looking for a villain among the various officials at the press conference but in a fast moving situation my impression was that everyone did the best they could given the circumstances.

Locally, I have heard of many concerns. People seem to forget we endured a world-wide pandemic in 2009 (the H1N1 or “swine flu”) which also had a China connection. Social media this time seems to be having an outsized effect on people and is stoking fear.

One of the things we often forget is how dependent we are on hospitals and the people who provide or support patient care. Every day these people put themselves at some risk as they help patients get better. To me, the staff at NorthBay VacaValley Hospital who treated this patient are heroes and heroines deserving of recogniton and acclaim. I wish I could thank each and everyone for their dedication to caring for the community.

Unfortunately, several NorthBay staff have already tested positive for Covid-19 and many others are being continually tested. Now that the virus has escaped the confines of cruise ships and hospitals, all of us are going to have to become both more observant of good hygiene and more responsible for isolating ourselves from others should we fall ill.

I suppose I am completely biased but I believe NorthBay’s management has performed admirably in a fluid, uncertain situation. Ironically for this situation, my favorite President, John F. Kennedy, once pointed out the following: “When written in Chinese, the word ‘crisis’ is composed of two characters. One represent danger and the other opportunity.” Covid-19 is both.

A final comment. Last Friday morning, the day after the news of the NorthBay patient made international headlines, I was at NorthBay’s medical fitness center which is directly across the parking lot from NorthBay VacaValley Hospital. In the locker room I was asked by someone who knows of my previous NorthBay position if I had any information about what had happened the day before. As I began thinking about how to carefully compose an answer about Covid-19, he further elaborated his concern by saying that he and others wondered why the power was off for a hour in the morning which prevented any workouts.

Perspective and proportionality is everything.

Trefoils and Lemon Cookies

When I accepted an offer way back in the dim recesses of history to become the CEO of the hundred and ten bed primary care hospital which would become NorthBay Healthcare, the Board Chair told me that his colleagues really wanted me to find a house in the service area. It was important, he said, that my family and I be looked at as part of the community the hospital served. At the time, I was commuting thirty miles from the eastern fringe of what would become Silicon Valley to Berkeley so I said I would do my best to comply. Not having a commute seemed attractive.

1981 was a grim year for buying a new home. Mortgage rates were at 16% and new housing starts were at an all time low. After several months of futility, I told the Board Chair that I had finally found a suitable home but it was in another county and would require a commute. He looked me in the eye and said “Try harder”. I got the message and eventually found a house which was our home for thirty years. I never liked that house but my family truly became part of the community.

I thought of this history because of several things which happened to me recently. Last week I was minding my business in the waiting area of a car wash when a woman in nursing scrubs came in. She paused and looked at me and asked “Are you Gary Passama?” That question always causes my heart to skip a beat. Why, I wonder, was she asking?

As I suspected, she was a NorthBay nurse and had just completed one of her regular 12 hour shifts. She said we had met at her new employee orientation six years ago and liked what I had said about NorthBay’s culture. She then pointed to her name badge and I congratulated her on her degree. No, she said, that was not what she wanted me to see. I took a closer look and then I saw what she was so proud of. She had a daisy symbol on her badge which meant she had been recognized as an extraordinary nurse as part of a program from the Daisy Foundation. She deserved great praise for this achievement and I thanked her for the great patient care it represented. She turned red in the face and started fanning herself. It was wonderful to be able to recognize her personally even though I am almost three years on the beach.

The next day I was with one of my daughters-in-law in a local supermarket. My job during these forays is to keep my twin two year old grandsons distracted in their stroller while their mom races up and down aisles food shopping. We got to the checkstand and there was a NorthBay nurse whom I have known for at least twenty-five years. We hugged (I know, I probably violated at least five laws but they do not apply when you are on the beach). She saw my grandsons and told me that she had just become a grandma for the first time. We talked about the joys of being a grandparent.

Later that week I was standing in line at a Panera Bread store. My mission was to buy two chocolate chip cookies. I was ashamed of myself as I watched other customers order kale salads and other such curiosities. As I looked around I spied another NorthBay person. She is NorthBay’s face to businesses as well as resource for the public’s questions about health plans and Medicare. I violated the law again as we hugged. She is a bubbly person with a great personality and an iron will. We talked about healthcare in general and our families.

I bring up these instances because I fear that as healthcare has become more corporate in nature we are losing a connection to the community, something that board chair felt was very important. When you live in the community served by your organization, you cannot avoid praise as well as criticism. I think that makes you a better manager and your organization more responsive.

NorthBay’s main competitors are Sutter and Kaiser. They have many other geographic areas that also require management attention. Their local top managers cycle through every few years but never become a part of the community. That weakness is a competitive advantage for a local healthcare system or small business competing against a big guy. A NorthBay senior manager living in the community has no place to hide.

One more story to tell—this week as my wife and I were leaving a pizza joint (no kale salad was on the menu, thank goodness) we heard “Mr. Passama, Mrs. Passama!” We turned to our right and there in front of the next door store was a small table staffed by very young Girl Scouts selling Girl Scout cookies. Behind them were two women who were the moms of the girls, both of whom were NorthBay staff members and former middle school students of my retired Science teacher wife. They were the ones calling our names.

I am a sucker for Girl Scout cookies. My favorite are the Trefoils, a shortbread cookie. While my wife talked to her former students, I listened to the sales pitch from the girls. They were well trained. When they learned I liked Trefoils they made sure I got a box. They then began extolling the virtues of a new cookie available for the first time this year–lemon cookies. I took two boxes. That made a total of $15.00. I gave them a twenty and told them to consider the $5.00 change as a donation. That sparked a brief argument among the girls as the donation apparently could be applied to two different possibilities. I suggested they take a vote but the oldest girl said she had already marked the donation in a specific column on the order sheet and that was that. That girl will someday be running Sutter or Kaiser or even better, NorthBay.

I am glad I tried harder and became part of the community that our relatively small but mighty healthcare system served. What I missed out on the national stage was more than made up by feeling like I had made a positive impact locally.

I also liked the lemon cookies. Try them the next time you see a Girl Scout in your community selling them.