Picked up a couple of family
members at the Station and went around to the house. I think when the family
came in and I was there, the ‘patient’ knew something was amiss.
We sat and talked and I explained the situation carefully and as thoroughly as I could. I laid out the options for treatment and I gave my recommendations and actions to take. We arranged to meet in my clinic in the morning to discuss the choice made.
Ive done this lots of times, talk to people I mean, telling them that their life expectancy is suspect and needs serious attention, or at worse, shortened within a recognised time frame. It was a little different this visit, looking at the face of a 30 year old adult that I recall
as baby and then a toddler and then through the years. It always is a wrenching feeling to be the giver of bad news, and yet with this child. there was none of the quiet deep desperation I usually am swamped by, just an overwhelming feeling of love and care and gratitude for having them in my life no matter how long or short.
This kid aint being let go so easily.
I see in the eyes, that acceptance was already setting in. The patient had not felt on top form for a while and only came to the clinic when some symptoms worsened.
I was asked one question, “Are you sure?” the only questioned needed to move to the next step.
Never one to feel sorry for self, always a practical person, and closest to me in temperament, the thoughts turned to the children
and partner and what needed to be done for them. I left the family to discuss things and came back to the office.
Reflecting on life, there are many things that we do as teenagers that are downright stupid. Some have repercussions later in life, and I rather suspect that this is a contributory factor in this case. idiot!
Well- I hear no fat women singing and thus the fight is on. Im pretty good at my job, now I have to become very amazing.
No sweat. We can do this.