February 14th, 2008 Vancouver was enveloped in its standard winter cloak of gray clouds and cold rain. Although, even that I was only aware of cycling in the drizzle to work in the dark mornings for 6:30am rounds, leaving as light left the sky in the evenings. Exhausted and drained from another day at the Death Star. There was a haze in my eyes and my head ached, I was on call that night and groaned inwardly when the oncology fellow paged me to go to Emergency to see a patient.
She was a woman in her early 50s, who after a long post-operative recovery from ovarian cancer debulking surgery had now developed an abscess. She was febrile and in significant pain, accompanied by her husband. She was also a physician, as was her husband a fact I knew from her lengthy admission to the service.
The most amazing thing happened that night. Though her own pain and fear, she focused on me as a person. How is residency going? What type of practice are you considering? What are you struggling with? What do you love about the specialty? I stood next to her stretcher in the emergency department, examining her, explaining the CT scan she would get and the antibiotics she would be on, all the while completely floored. Here was my patient, a physician no less, taking the time to recognize my humanity, something no one else had taken the time to do that whole year. I remember the night vividly.
September, 2010 Why don't you see the next patient? She's a doc so make sure she's okay seeing residents first. And there she is as I walk in the room. A warm smile on her face, her arms tanned from the sun, positively glowing despite a recent recurrence and chemotherapy. Hey! I know you, February 14th. Were her first words to me. You saw me on the night I was readmitted to hospital!
I couldn't help but recount to her how she had recognized the person-hood of a junior resident in the middle of the night in the emergency department and in doing so had renewed my faith in a healing vocation. We can't cure her cancer, but nothing about her suggests a dying woman, she is living and vibrant, full of hope and laughter. And so I come full circle.
2 comments:
I am wishing for a 'like' button on your blog...thanks for sharing this gem!
It is sad that a young want to be doctor is not seen as a person. I am thankful that you are now in the position of caring and healing. I something of your heart and it is solid gold good. Aunt B.
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