Hope

This week, I met a patient who made me feel really good about medicine, and about being able to really make a difference. NS is almost 80, and has had problems with his heart for all his life (many of his family members died before turning 50 from heart disease). NS had had a quintuple-bypass surgery, and had lived happily after that for many years. He was a ski instructor, a tennis instructor, an English teacher, a Sunday School teacher...he even retired and went to teach in parts of the world where almost everyone is illiterate (and no, he had surprisingly not heard of Three Cups of Tea!). He is also obviously in love with his "new" wife of 20 years, and simply has a lot going on for him. But a few weeks back, he came in the hospital with shortness of breath, and as he was being tested had a stroke. His doctors gave him TWO DAYS to live.

Tough, right?

He was released from the hospital on a weekend, and somehow he was able to get a hold of his cardiologist. After talking on the phone, the cardiologist drove an hour to NS' house on his day off so they could chat. The next day, NS had surgery. And now it's four weeks later, and he is getting ready to go home.
His cardiologist just knew that he would be able to survive yet another operation on his fragile heart, as he had treated him for years. And thus risks were taken, and NS has now the face of that who has faced death, who has been given a terrible lottery ticket with those bad genes, but who has, at least for once, teased death away. This is my first patient that has come so so so close to it. And I don't think I'll forget the depth of his eyes, so heavy with wisdom.

And that right there is the power of medicine and the difference that one doctor can make. I honestly don't know what did the cardiologist know that the ER docs didn't. I don't care. I just know that thanks to a turn of luck, of right people at the right time, and of using and abusing our healthcare system, NS will live to teach his granddaughter how to ski, to read more books, and to inspire a few more people like me and like his Sunday School students.

So today, despite knowing a lot less about pyruvate carboxylase than I should, and despite missing teaching, I am very happy with my choice. Maybe one of these days I can actually help out. Make a difference on someone, on someones. That, right there, would be cool.

In the meantime, I just completed one of these cycles that go on in 1st year med school (and I just have a feeling this happens everywhere in the country). Test monday. Beers monday. Relaxed week. Today, movie and beer (and OMG have you watched The Single Man? I haven't watched such a good movie in a looooong time!!). Tomorrow, I learn to cross-country ski. And then there will be Monday, 2 weeks from our next test, and I will realize just how little do I know about the 100+ pages that our teachers have covered in lecture. Oh. Well.

~E

PS: Oh. And it's EIGHT Farenheit outside. How is a Spaniard supposed to cope???