SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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And I tend to agree with the one calling me that on the heartless, but not the Bastard. (I do happen to know my father.)
It started with one of my patients crying on my shoulder. She was disheartened. She had received some bad news from her MD. She has a small Tumor in her brain.
She knows what this means, she has been fighting her cancer for four years now. (I have been taking care of her and her husband for that time.) She knows her prognosis, her MD was honest with her about it. (Maybe six months, if she's lucky.)
She cried on my shoulder this morning about it. I held her and wiped away her tears. Then she asked me for my advice.
I told her she had a choice. She could fight it, or she could give in to it. She could deal with the treatments and their affects, or she could live out the rest of her now short life in relative comfort.
A short while later her husband came in and asked me the same thing. I answered in the same way while giving him more information.
Later in the morning when her MD came by again she informed her they had come to a decision. She would stop most treatments other than pain mangment and enter Hospice. (Which was what the MD had recommended by the way.) The MD asked them what had changed their minds and they told her.
The MD talked to me afterwards and loved how I had given them the information. She mentioned this to the patients R.N. who A) didn't agree with the choice on religious grounds, and B) Doesn't like me being in medicine in the least. (Because I am both male and Caucasion.)
The R.N. braced me about this. She informed me that I was a heartless Bastard because I gave this patient information on her options and allowed her to make her own choice, one not weighted by a religious system.
Oh and the first thing the patient will do after leaving the Hospital? She intends to go on a cruise to Alaska with her husband. (Something she has always wanted to do but never quite got around to.)
Cat
It started with one of my patients crying on my shoulder. She was disheartened. She had received some bad news from her MD. She has a small Tumor in her brain.
She knows what this means, she has been fighting her cancer for four years now. (I have been taking care of her and her husband for that time.) She knows her prognosis, her MD was honest with her about it. (Maybe six months, if she's lucky.)
She cried on my shoulder this morning about it. I held her and wiped away her tears. Then she asked me for my advice.
I told her she had a choice. She could fight it, or she could give in to it. She could deal with the treatments and their affects, or she could live out the rest of her now short life in relative comfort.
A short while later her husband came in and asked me the same thing. I answered in the same way while giving him more information.
Later in the morning when her MD came by again she informed her they had come to a decision. She would stop most treatments other than pain mangment and enter Hospice. (Which was what the MD had recommended by the way.) The MD asked them what had changed their minds and they told her.
The MD talked to me afterwards and loved how I had given them the information. She mentioned this to the patients R.N. who A) didn't agree with the choice on religious grounds, and B) Doesn't like me being in medicine in the least. (Because I am both male and Caucasion.)
The R.N. braced me about this. She informed me that I was a heartless Bastard because I gave this patient information on her options and allowed her to make her own choice, one not weighted by a religious system.
Oh and the first thing the patient will do after leaving the Hospital? She intends to go on a cruise to Alaska with her husband. (Something she has always wanted to do but never quite got around to.)
Cat