Take the Risk: Learning to Identify, Choose, and Live with Acceptable Risk
Take The Risk by Ben Carson – No risk, pay the cost. Know risk, reap the rewards.In our risk-avoidance culture, we place a high premium on safety. We insure our vacations. We check crash tests on cars. We extend the warranties on our appliances. But by insulating ourselves from the unknown—the risks of life—we miss the great adventure of living our lives to their full potential.Ben Carson spent his childhood as an at-risk child on the streets of Detroit, and today he takes daily risks in performing complex surgeries on the brain and the spinal cord.
Now, offering inspiring personal examples, Dr. Carson invites us to embrace risk in our own lives. From a man whose life dramatically portrays the connection between great risks and greater successes, here are insights that will help you dispel your fear of risk so you can dream big, aim high, move with confidence, and reap rewards you’ve never imagined.By avoiding risk, are you also avoiding the full potential of your life?The surgery was as risky as anything Dr. Ben Carson had seen. The Bijani sisters—conjoined twins—shared part of a skull, brain tissue, and crucial blood flow. One or both of them could die during the operation.
But the women wanted separate lives. And they were willing to accept the risk to reach the goal, even against the advice of their doctors …As a child on the dangerous streets of Detroit, and as a surgeon in operating theaters around the world, Dr. Ben Carson has learned all about risk—he faces it on a daily basis. Out of his perilous childhood, a world-class surgeon emerged precisely because of the risks Dr. Carson was willing to take. In his compelling new book, he examines our safety-at-all-costs culture and the meaning of risk and security in our lives.
In our 21st-century world, we insulate ourselves with safety. We insure everything from vacations to cell phones. We go on low-cholesterol diets and buy low-risk mutual funds. But in the end, everyone faces risk, like the Bijani twins did with their brave decision. Even if our choices are not so dramatic or the outcome so heartbreaking, what does it mean if we back away instead of move forward? Have we so muffled our hearts and minds that we fail to reach for all that life can offer us—and all that we can offer life?
Take the Risk guides the reader through an examination of risk, including:• A short review of risk-taking in history.• An assessment of the real costs and rewards of risk.• Learning how to assess and accept risks.• Understanding how risk reveals the purpose of your lives
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Editorial Reviews – Take The Risk
From Publishers Weekly
Carson (Think Big) retells stories from previous books, focusing on the idea of risk. As one of the world’s top pediatric neurosurgeons, Carson has a lot of experience weighing the odds—and in most cases, lives are on the line. His Best/Worst Analysis for any situation includes four questions: What’s the best thing that can happen if I do this? What’s the worst thing that can happen if I do this? What’s the best thing that can happen if I don’t do it? What’s the worst thing that can happen if I don’t do it? Carson’s decisions are also rooted in his faith, with his greatest priority being to use the talents God has given rather than simply to preserve his reputation. By the end, his four-question formula wears thin, however, and he uses the idea of risk to launch into apparently unrelated subjects—the creation/evolution debate, his own belief in God, sharing his faith, problems with public education and even fiscal policy (where he suggests getting rid of money altogether in lieu of handprints and retina scans). Carson can be inspiring, but this book would have been better with a tighter focus and greater depth. (Jan.)
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Review – Take The Risk
Carson (Think Big) retells stories from previous books, focusing on the idea of risk. As one of the world’s top pediatric neurosurgeons, Carson has a lot of experience weighing the odds—and in most cases, lives are on the line. His “Best/Worst Analysis” for any situation includes four questions: “What’s the best thing that can happen if I do this? What’s the worst thing that can happen if I do this? What’s the best thing that can happen if I don’t do it? What’s the worst thing that can happen if I don’t do it?” Carson’s decisions are also rooted in his faith, with his greatest priority being “to use the talents God has given” rather than simply to preserve his reputation. By the end, his four-question formula wears thin, however, and he uses the idea of risk to launch into apparently unrelated subjects—the creation/evolution debate, his own belief in God, sharing his faith, problems with public education and even fiscal policy (where he suggests getting rid of money altogether in lieu of handprints and retina scans). Carson can be inspiring, but this book would have been better with a tighter focus and greater depth. (Jan.) — Publisher’s Weekly
Introduction – Take The Risk
PEOPLE WHO BECOME SURGEONS—PARTICULARLY NEUROSURGEONS—tend to be risk-takers. You don’t go into a field that requires cracking people’s heads open or operating on something as delicate as the spinal cord unless you are comfortable with taking risks.
Every day I make critical, split-second decisions that affect the longevity and the quality of other people’s lives. Taking such risks gives me pause. It forces me to think about my own life and the risks I face. Those experiences enable me to move forward and avoid becoming paralyzed by fear. As a result, I probably do a lot of things that more cautious people would never attempt.
On September 10, 2003, the interviewer on National Public Radio asked me how, as a doctor and as a human being, I could take so many risks—such as separating conjoined twins, girls joined at their heads. Take The Risk
“Why risk? I responded. It should be, why not risk?”
That’s what this book is all about—risk.
In our culture, security has become an obsession. It dictates everything from public policy to Madison Avenue’s commercial appeals, from medical care to education and personal and family life. We buy every kind of insurance—from life insurance to replacement policies for our cell phones—to provide us with the security we think we need. We pay extra for warranties on our computers and appliances. We read safety test results in Consumer Reports before buying an automobile. We purchase safety seats to keep our children secure and safety helmets for them to wear on their bike rides around the block. We buy flame-retardant pajamas for our kids and wouldn’t think of purchasing Tylenol or aspirin (or any other medicine) that didn’t come in a tamperproof container. We go on low-cholesterol diets, exercise regularly, and make sure we get regular dental and medical checkups to protect our health. We invest in low-risk mutual funds in an attempt to ensure a comfortable retirement. Our nation spends billions of dollars on equipment and manpower to keep airports and air travel as safe as possible. Take The Risk
What we’re buying and what everyone is selling us is the promise of security. And yet the only thing we can be sure of is that someday every one of us will die.
Could this fact have something to say about our view of risk-taking? And how might that impact our vocations, our personal lives and relationships, or our faith?
Anyone who refuses to test his limits, anyone unwilling to move out of her comfort zone, is destined to live life inside the envelope. The most important developments in science, history, technology, and the arts came from taking risks. In the chapters ahead, we’ll look at the downside of not taking risks. We’ll examine the case for risk-taking and look at some of the personal characteristics, attitudes, and resources required to be a risk-taker. We’ll also consider some of the common barriers to risk.
In the process I’ll share some of the risks I’ve taken in my life—and some others that I live with every day—not just as a neurosurgeon, but as a man, husband, father, and son. Not everything I write on the subject is drawn from personal experience, however. I’ve thought a lot about the ramifications of risk in the lives of some familiar and less-familiar people. By doing so, I hope to shake up your thinking and inspire you to take appropriate risks. Take The Risk
Not long ago, in an after-dinner conversation with best-selling author Tom Clancy, we shared some of our professional experiences. He flattered me by saying, I don’t understand how you can take so many risks. But I admire that.
As part of my response, I explained a simple risk analysis exercise I use whenever I face an uncertain situation—in my professional or personal life. It’s a quick and practical guide that can help anyone answer these questions: “Whenshould I take a risk? and What should I risk?” (This exercise is outlined in chapters 8 and 9.)
I’m going to risk right now, here in this book, by thinking big about this subject.
I hope you’ll take the risk of reading it and thinking through the topic with me.
Risking Their Lives – Take The Risk
BALTIMORE TO LONDON TO SINGAPORE …
I had no time to rest and recover after my twenty-hour journey. As soon as I arrived at the airport, I was whisked through customs, ushered into the backseat of a waiting Mercedes, and driven directly to Singapore’s new and prestigious Raffles Hospital for a lengthy introductory meeting and then a light lunch with my surgical colleague hosts.
After these preliminaries, I was ready for my first appointment—the long-anticipated encounter with our special patients. It promised to be one of the most fascinating and unusual interviews of my life. I don’t recall what my fellow neurosurgeon Dr. Keith Goh said to me as the entourage of physicians, nurses, and medical administrators rounded the corner in that hospital corridor—but I will never forget my first sight of Ladan and Laleh Bijani.
The young women waited to greet me in the hallway outside the suite of rooms that had been converted into a small apartment. They had lived there for a number of months while an army of medical doctors, specialists, and technicians examined them and conducted test after test after test. The Bijani twins wore the traditional Iranian attire of their homeland—long skirts, long-sleeved tops, muted colors, nothing over their faces, but a large scarflike cloth covering the thick, dark brown hair on their heads. Their warm and welcoming smiles struck me immediately.
Dr. Goh, a short, dark-haired Asian in his forties, quickly introduced me to the women. The Bijanis’ English, which I’d been informed they had learned since arriving in Singapore seven months before, was broken and stilted but more than adequate for simple conversation. Take The Risk
After shaking hands with and greeting the first twin, I stepped around to greet the other one—a semi-awkward little side step necessary because Ladan and Laleh could not face me at the same time. Indeed, the twenty-nine-year-old sisters were a true medical rarity:identical twins conjoined at the head, their two skulls fused above and behind their ears so that their faces turned permanently away from each other at about a 130-degree angle.
The connection of their skulls held their heads nearly straight up and down. But with their ears touching and their shoulders and arms constantly rubbing, they were forced to lean their upper bodies toward one another and drop their inside shoulders to simultaneously create room to maneuver and maintain the balance necessary to move and stand together. Take The Risk
The result of a single fertilized egg that divides but never completely separates in the womb, conjoined twins (meaning they are attached at some point of their bodies) occur only once in every 200,000 births. All but a few are stillborn or die shortly after birth. Live craniopagus (from the Greek cranio, meaning helmet, and pagus, meaning fixed)twins are attached at the head and are the rarest of all—perhaps one in two million births. The odds of such twins living to two years of age are much, much slimmer—which made Ladan and Laleh’s survival into adulthood a remarkable thing indeed.
Even more astounding is the fact that these young women had done far more than survive. Adopted by a compassionate Iranian medical doctor when their birth family couldn’t care for them, Ladan and Laleh were given every possible opportunity to adapt and live as normal a life as possible. And adapt they did. Take The Risk
They attended elementary school with their peers. In time they grew, graduated from secondary school, and went on to university, where they studied journalism and pre-law. The two graduated from law school and were now fully qualified attorneys—which had recently precipitated a crisis resulting in added tensions between the sisters. Only Ladan wished to pursue a legal career, while Laleh had decided she wanted to go into journalism. Their physical bodies bound them together in a mutually shared existence, even as their two distinct personalities° and now two very different life dreams—pulled them in different directions.
For years Ladan and Laleh had searched the world over for a neurosurgeon who would agree to operate and give them at least a chance of achieving their lifelong dream of pursuing two normal, individual, and distinctively different lives. Expert after expert refused to consider their request. Every doctor willing to examine their records told them that surgery would be too risky, that at least one of them—and probably both—would die. Their case was just too complex, they were too old, and the odds of a positive outcome were too low. Take The Risk
But the Bijanis refused to give up. When they read that Dr. Goh and his team had successfully separated eleven-month-old Nepalese craniopagus twins a couple of years before, they contacted him. After studying their medical records and concluding that a successful surgery just might be possible, he contacted me to ask if I’d be willing to help.
I had consulted and worked long-distance with Keith Goh on the Nepalese babies through the use of our virtual workstation at Johns Hopkins. I had also served as one of the primary surgeons for the first successful separation of occipital craniopagus twins (the Bender boys at Johns Hopkins in 1987). Ten years later, at the Medical University of South Africa, I was primary surgeon for the Zambian brothers Joseph and Luka Banda during the first separation of Type 2 vertical craniopagus twins in which both not only survived, but remained neurologically intact. Because of all those experiences, Dr. Goh wanted me to work with him on the surgery, and the Bijani twins themselves had also requested that I join their case.
I had actually declined their invitation when I’d first been contacted months before. The very fact that these young women had adapted so well and had already survived to the age of twenty-nine seemed to me reason enough to recommend against surgery. In an attempt to dissuade them, I had suggested to Dr. Goh that he remind the Bijanis of the case of Chang and Eng Bunker, the original Siamese twins. Born in Siam (now Thailand) back in 1811, these brothers achieved celebrity, traveling the world as the headline attraction of P. T. Barnum’s circus before retiring from show business, purchasing adjacent properties in North Carolina, and becoming successful farmers. They married sisters, fathered a total of twenty-one children between them, and lived healthy lives to the age of sixty-three. Take The Risk
If ever I’d heard of another set of conjoined twins who I thought rivaled the Bunkers’ adaptability and who just might match or exceed their amazing longevity, it was these remarkable young women who had already survived and accomplished so much. The idea of separating them at the age of twenty-nine just didn’t make sense, and after examining their records and studying the initial CAT scans Dr. Goh had sent me, I was convinced the risks were just too high.
Yet now, months later in Singapore, standing face-to-face with these two determined, obviously bright, and outgoing young women—who just happened to be attached at the head—I found myself incredibly impressed and thoroughly charmed.
Ladan and Laleh smiled shyly and even giggled at the commotion of the people who’d come with me to meet them. I was amazed by how at ease they seemed to be with all the attention. Dr. Goh had told me the twins had become quite the celebrities since their arrival in Singapore. Every time they’d ventured outside the hospital—to eat, shop, or just sightsee—the Bijanis had attracted media and crowds of curious well-wishers who clamored for pictures and autographs or simply wanted to shake their hands. So far, according to Dr. Goh, the young women seemed to find the attention more amusing than troubling. Take The Risk
The crowd gathered in that hospital hallway that afternoon, however, was logistically awkward, so the Bijanis invited me (along with Dr. Goh and a couple of others) into their living quarters to continue our conversation. As they led the way, I could see they had mobility down to a science. I followed, watching with interest and marveling at the smooth, almost subconscious choreography required just to turn and walk, slip through a doorway, and then gracefully seat themselves on the short couch that dominated a sitting room just inside the living area.
I sat in a chair directly across the room, a coffee table between us. From there I would be able to lean a little left to talk with one sister and then just tilt my head and lean a little right to speak to the other. Not only did I want to be able to respect their individuality by speaking to each of them separately and making eye contact as I did so, but I wanted to be able to read the expressions on their faces and the looks in their eyes as they answered my questions.
We made pleasant small talk for a short time—about their stay in Singapore, the ease with which they had picked up conversational English, and all the media attention they’d experienced. At that point I lightheartedly warned them that all the attention they had received so far would seem like a drop in the bucket compared to the media frenzy that would result from a successful surgery. The queen, the king, and everyone else will want to meet you, I said. They laughed at the prospect but didn’t seemed at all troubled. Take The Risk
As we talked, I noted that Ladan was decidedly the more outgoing and talkative of the two. Laleh seemed, if not exactly shy, at least more reserved and pensive.
When the discussion moved on to the impending surgery, the twins became a bit more somber. As they talked honestly about some of the difficulties they had faced in life, I realized even the simplest and most routine movements—from getting in and out of a car to bending over and picking a pencil up off the floor or fixing a snack—required complex choreography and complete cooperation between the two of them. Every life choice—from what classes to take in school, to which friends to spend time with, to when to go to the bathroom—was a committee decision demanding unanimous consent. Take The Risk
But the longer I spent in their presence, the less I found myself trying to imagine all of the challenges they had overcome. Instead, I tried to picture how different things would be for them if a successful operation were to free them to live separate lives. After twenty-nine years of perpetual and involuntary attachment to another human being, the abstract idea of privacy would be very appealing—but what would it really feel like to be wholly alone for the first time in your life?
One of the primary reasons I had declined the Bijanis’ case when I’d first been approached was that I feared the psychological ramifications of separating conjoined twins after twenty-nine years. What if separation proved more emotionally damaging than remaining attached? My thinking began to shift, however, as I learned more about their situation, their conflicting aspirations, and their determination to pursue the operation. I knew they had undergone extensive psychological counseling in recent months, but still, I needed to hear their own responses to my concerns about the formidable psychological adjustments they would face if they were separated. So I asked them to tell me what they thought about the issue.
They assured me that they knew a successful separation would not bring an end to the many challenges they faced. They acknowledged that some of their lifelong emotional bonds might be hard to sever. But again they expressed their determination to press ahead with the operation. They were determined.
When I asked if I could feel their heads, they readily agreed. As I ran my fingers over the top, side, and back of their skulls, I explained that after many hours spent studying their CAT scans, I had a good idea of what their brains looked like. Still, before surgery the next day, I told them, I want to get a sense of the junction of your skulls.
The examination only took a few seconds, but it was long enough to remind me just how complex this surgery promised to be. It was one thing to look at film on a lighted board or to hold a life-size plastic model of their conjoined heads and try to visualize the challenge this surgery would present. It was another thing entirely, however, to run my fingertips through their hair, tracing the extent of the solid, bony juncture of their two skulls. The attachment covered an area that was almost half the size of a head—from above and in front of the ears on the side of the head, then over the ears and down to almost the base of their skulls in the back.
I knew that Dr. Goh had explained to them the various steps and procedures involved in the surgery, but I wanted to know for myself that they understood the risks. I have to tell you, I said to them, what I believe you already know—that this will be an extremely complex and risky surgery. To make certain they understood, I waited for their translator to repeat what I said in Farsi. Based on my experience and my study of your case, and despite the excellent resources available to your fine surgical team here at Raffle Hospital, I still think there is at least a 50 percent chance this surgery could result in death or serious brain damage for one or both of you. I need to make certain you both understand that. Take The Risk
At Johns Hopkins my colleagues and I routinely perform some of the most complex neurosurgical procedures in the world. Any operation with as much as a 10 percent chance of mortality would be considered an extraordinarily dangerous procedure—a sky-high risk. So a 50 percent risk is truly stratospheric. I wanted to be sure that Ladan and Laleh understood the stakes.
Both women assured me again that Dr. Goh had been very honest with them. They understood the challenges. But most convincing for me was hearing the emotion and conviction in their voices as they insisted, We would rather die than not pursue this if there is any chance we could be free to live our own separate lives. Death would be better than continuing to live like this!
Because we put such a premium on life, it was startling to hear two healthy, vivacious young women state such feelings in a straightforward manner just hours before an operation. Most of us, even those of us who deal with life-and-death issues every day, don’t often stop and think seriously about what quality of life means to us. But as we spoke, I had a growing awareness that these women had thought long and hard about the subject and that it would be extremely difficult for anyone not in their situation to even begin to understand how they felt.
I had already heard from the Singaporean medical team, who had learned it from one of the twins’ caretakers, that the tension between the women had escalated in recent months. Some arguments had even led to physical altercations. I could only imagine how awful it would be to experience serious conflict with someone you could never walk away from.
Most people can easily understand why someone who is enslaved or imprisoned would risk death to escape and experience freedom. For Ladan and Laleh, their state was very much the same thing. They desperately wanted to escape what was for them an untenable situation. The hope of freedom was worth any risk. As I began to understand that, I also began to feel better about embarking on such a potentially dangerous course of action. Take The Risk
Meeting these young women—and hearing the determination in their voices, recognizing the desperation in their lives, and seeing the hope and resolve in their eyes—sealed the deal for me. By the time our conversation began to wind down, I was thinking, Let’s get these women separated so they can get on with their lives!
Even though I had assured Ladan and Laleh during our interview that I cared about their well-being, before leaving their apartment, I looked them both in the eyes once again and acknowledged that we were about to embark on a long, arduous, and extremely dangerous operation. That while the odds were not good and I could not promise them a successful outcome, I did feel optimistic enough to think there was reason to hope. I said, There are a lot of things in life beyond our human ability, knowledge, and control. But there is nothing beyond God.
As I stood and shook hands with them and bid them good-bye—until I saw them in the operating room the next morning—I told Ladan and Laleh what I tell all of my patients during my final pre-op exams:I’ve never known a case yet where worry helped. So I’m going to say my prayers tonight before I go to sleep. I hope you’ll do the same. I believe if we do that, we’ll all have less to worry about tomorrow.
As I turned and walked out of that room, I believed beyond a shadow of any doubt that both Ladan and Laleh Bijani truly understood what they faced. They were approaching this dangerous and unprecedented surgery with much the same spirit of determination they had shown in tackling so many challenges in their lives.
Most of all, they had convinced me that they understood the risks.
To Risk or Not to Risk? – Take The Risk
MY FIRST PRIORITY, AND THAT OF THE ENTIRE MEDICAL TEAM, WAS to do everything possible, even before the surgery, to reduce the risks facing Ladan and Laleh. So we went straight from that half-hour interview with the Bijanis to a planning conference, where the whole team—twenty-eight physicians and approximately one hundred additional nurses, technicians, and assistants—sat down to talk. Every person in that room would play an important role in the marathon operation, which was expected to last two or three days, perhaps even more.
Most of the team had already walked and talked their way through our step-by-step plans for the surgery itself, the organization and coordination of the various experts, and the actual setup, positioning, and staging of the patients and the thirty to forty medical staff who would need to be in the operating room at any given time. Every person needed to be clear about who would be where and when and what they would be doing.
I was impressed by Dr. Goh’s meticulous attention to detail, his organizational skills, and the impressive team of experts he’d assembled from Singapore, the United States, France, Japan, Switzerland, and Nepal. He reviewed the plans with us until everything had been covered—and much of it more than once. Finally, there was nothing left for me to do but check into my nearby hotel and try to combat my jet lag with a good night’s sleep.
Before crawling into bed, I did what I’d promised Ladan and Laleh I would do. I prayed. I prayed for them, for the operation, for myself, and for the rest of the surgical team—that God would grant all of us wisdom, calm, and peace, that his presence would be in that operating room, and that his will might be done. Take The Risk
It was not the first time I had prayed about the case.
As I said, not only had I originally turned down Dr. Goh’s invitation to join him on the Bijani case, but I had actually advised him against the operation altogether. Several weeks after that, I learned my evaluation had been presented to the twins—and they had decided to proceed with the operation anyway. A team was being assembled, and Dr. Goh contacted me again. Would I please reconsider?
Again my inclination was to say, No, if you foolishly want to pursue this, go ahead without me. I don’t want to be involved. Although two out of three craniopagus surgeries I’d taken part in had been successful, the odds for this one just didn’t look good.
But the more I thought about it, the more my reaction felt like a copout. I realized that my decision not to participate had been based on personal batting averages and success rates—and that’s not who I am or the kind of person I want to be. So I prayed, Lord, if you really want me to get involved, I will.
Since the Bijani twins were determined to move ahead with or without my help, I had to ask myself, If things do go badly, will I wonder for the rest of my life what I might have done to help? I didn’t want to find out. Since I had more experience with craniopagus twins than any other neurosurgeon in the world, I knew there was a real possibility that I could be of help.
One of my neurosurgical colleagues
Originally published: 2007
Genres: Self-help book, Christian literature