doctors matter

So another April 30th is almost over.  One hour and thirty-seven minutes left.  I can almost breathe again.

I find the emotional weight of anniversaries ¬†— both good and bad ones — amazing. ¬†April 30th is a bad one here. ¬†Cancer. ¬†I wonder if most doctors are aware of the emotional havoc medical illness plays with a life? ¬†It might be hard to see as most patients do not wear fear or need on their faces. ¬† I wonder how many doctors know what comfort they can offer beyond the technical medical care? ¬†Or, how much this matters?

Par for the course for April 30th, my father after days of excruciating pain is in the hospital with a fractured vertebrate — after just having recovered from a surgery last week. ¬†Another surgery is now planned for tomorrow. ¬†And, I used to like April. ¬†However, this time at least my father has not only a world class but also a caring surgeon. ¬†The doctor offered to come to check on him at his hotel, met him in the emergency room, adequately addressed pain and quickly put him on the surgery schedule. ¬†So, it is not surprising that the ache in my father’s voice diminished once this specific doctor yet again stepped up. ¬† Such thoughtful professionalism offers hope that all may be well.

Just one hour and thirty-one minutes of April 30th is left.   Remember how important your work is.   Good luck with it.