Her husband came in this morning. They were married for 65 years. I was both happy and sad to see him on my schedule; happy because I wanted a chance to tell him how honored I am to have been his wife\’s doctor, and sad because I knew words would come hard.
\”How are you feeling?\” I said showing as much compassion in my voice as I could.
\”I am doing all right.\” he responded, even managing a smile.
Eventually tears came, and I put my arm around him and said, \”There are a few patients that stand out in your life as a doctor, and your wife was one of them.\”
I have done this long enough to know that it does not matter much what you say in the moment. What matters is that grieving people know that you are there by their side. \”If there is anything I can do to help – and I really mean anything – please call.\”
He seemed to find some comfort in the words, but I think the bigger comfort is in the relationship we have had over the years. That is what it really means to be a primary care physician. A huge part of our care we give is really…caring. It is the ongoing relationship with my patients that I cherish the most. I am a familiar face, a help in times of trouble, a hand of comfort.
It seemed almost trite to do the rest of the visit. I checked labs and examined him. The relationship needs to proceed. The goal is not an A1c value, a good blood pressure, or even a happy life. The goal is to have that relationship in place so that when a visit like this happens, no words are needed.
I have a dear friend who is fading fast at the VA Hospital in SF. When his primary CARE physician called to give me status, I expected someone with an over-burdened case load reviewing numbers from a chart. Instead, we had a good chat that clearly indicated that the doctor knows, appreciates and loves my friend as much as I do. Knowing that has made such a difference.
I have a dear friend who is fading fast at the VA Hospital in SF. When his primary CARE physician called to give me status, I expected someone with an over-burdened case load reviewing numbers from a chart. Instead, we had a good chat that clearly indicated that the doctor knows, appreciates and loves my friend as much as I do. Knowing that has made such a difference.
Same holds in Pediatrics, when I hold a child’s hand as they die from leukemia or other malignancy, then hold the parent’s hands as they grieve.
Same holds in Pediatrics, when I hold a child’s hand as they die from leukemia or other malignancy, then hold the parent’s hands as they grieve.
If you don’t stop writing like this I am going to start developing a blogasphere crush! 🙂
i think it’s great that you had that conversation…for both of you. I am sure it meant a lot for him to hear those words and to see you again.
Beautifully written post.
If you don’t stop writing like this I am going to start developing a blogasphere crush! 🙂
i think it’s great that you had that conversation…for both of you. I am sure it meant a lot for him to hear those words and to see you again.
Beautifully written post.
Really great post. Wouldn’t it be interesting if the P4P folks tried to measure caring instead of A1c? ;-/
Really great post. Wouldn’t it be interesting if the P4P folks tried to measure caring instead of A1c? ;-/
In times of loss, there is nothing more comforting than a familiar, caring face.
In times of loss, there is nothing more comforting than a familiar, caring face.