On my rounds one day, I was with a med student talking to these two women about their seriously ill parent. They were appropriately worried, tired, and understandably nervous. They asked a lot of questions. Tough and skeptical ones, too. And that was fine with me.
Then, in the middle of my sentence, one sister interrupted me suddenly. "Wait. Can I see your hand?" She turned over my right hand, gasped and then looked over at her sister. "You seethat?"
The other sister smiled and then nodded. "Soror," she said softly, shaking her head and releasing a big relieved sigh. We then embraced in a tight three-way hug. It was beautiful.
My student was so confused. I explained that we all shared the same sorority. "That's so neat!" my student said with a big smile. I could tell, though, that she was still perplexed.
"No, baby," the oldest sister said while tearing up. "This is more than just neat. See, we just found out that we got a doctor in our family seeing about our daddy. Right here at Grady. And when you're worried like we've been? That's a godsend."
And you know what? She was right.
Now playing on my mental iPod. I heard this song in my head for the rest of the day, imagining how proud Deanna would be of me and how much she would have loved this photo. I love being a Delta. For me and so many others it's the gift that keeps on giving.
Honestly? I write this blog to share the human aspects of medicine + teaching + work/life balance with others and myself -- and to honor the public hospital and her patients--but never at the expense of patient privacy or dignity.
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"One writes out of one thing only--one's own experience. Everything depends of how relentlessly one forces from this experience the last drop, sweet or bitter, it can possibly give."
~ James Baldwin (1924 - 1987)
"Do it for the story." ~ Antoinette Nguyen, MD, MPH
Details, names, time frames, etc. are always changed to protect anonymity. This may or may not be an amalgamation of true,quasi-true, or completely fictional events. But the lessons? They are always real and never, ever fictional. Got that?