My patient took off her glasses and said, "I can't keep looking through these rose-colored glasses. I just can't."
I was holding her hand and both of us had tears in our eyes. Her body was sick and she knew it. I felt sad because there wasn't any other treatment to offer.
Then, all of a sudden, she looked at me and smirked. "You know what? I just noticed that these ol' glasses of mine really are rose-colored!" She threw her head back and laughed so hard that I did, too.
After that, we just sat in silence. Holding hands, looking out the window, and wishing on invisible stars.
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?