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Attending to a resident who apologized for taking extra time to talk with a very complicated patient in clinic, which meant both resident and attending had to stay a bit late. (via mdintraining)
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Don’t apologize for being a caring doctor.
Attending to a resident who apologized for taking extra time to talk with a very complicated patient in clinic, which meant both resident and attending had to stay a bit late. (via mdintraining)
Mendocino - California - USA (by Prayitno)
The Gross Clinic, or, The Clinic of Dr. Gross, is an 1875 painting by American artist Thomas Eakins.
I love this painting. I love everyone dressed all in black. I love that no one is wearing gloves. I love that the audience is all men studiously taking notes/looking bored. I love the one person (woman?) in the background covering her face.
I sit with her until she’s done talking. We speak for a few moments about physical therapy and I tell her I’ll ask the doctor to write her a referral. Then I tell her I’ll do some research about a support group in the area for people struggling with chronic progressive neurologic conditions and get back to her. I push her email address into my pocket and turn to walk out of the room, and then I turn back. I ask if it would be appropriate to give her a hug. She says “yes, please.” I hug her with every ounce of my being and I tell her that she’s not alone. I feel her body melt into my arms and again she starts sobbing. Between the tears she says, “Thank you.” Thank you? For a hug? With all the medical knowledge I have and the resources we have at our disposal–this hug was the most useful thing I could have done for her? And then I realize it’s probably the most useful thing any of us can ever do for our fellow human beings. A simple hug, human touch, a tactile sign that we’re not all in this alone.
http://www.livingsoulfull.com/you-are-not-alone/
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