The man next to me is one of legend: his necklace Is a bright red identification badge with DOCTOR written in white text. We sat together in the microscope room to examine the patient’s biopsy. The massive microscope sits on a gyroscopic table that automatically levels itself in response to tilting or pressure – and balances an array of fluorescent lasers and mirrors. It automatically relays information from the eyepiece onto a digital monitor. The combination of antibodies we’ve used produces a mosaic of bright pink and deep blues, highlighting our regions of interest.
“Switch to 10x please, let’s find a blood vessel with a better signal.” his voice has a rhythm and speed hinting his roots in Mumbai.
“We have to cure this disease. Even if this idea fails, I will sleep better knowing we at least tried. What I want is this study to move to clinical trials and you get into medical school.” He laughs
“Covid was an extremely testing time man. There was so much death that bodies were being left out at room temperature in the hospital. I had to take an early break from rounds one day after a patient grabbed my hand in fear as he died.” He pauses briefly, and his tone of voice softens to a gentleness we reserve for the expression of lived truths.
“People have varying sensitivities to the suffering of others. You are more sensitive than most, and I think that will make you a great advocate for patients as a physician. In time Austin, you will learn that in medicine you can have nothing else. You live it and breathe it. and you only breathe because it is involuntary; or there would be no time.”
The words sheathed a meaning that impacted me yet simultaneously contain a hidden lesson that evades my comprehension; as if foreshadowing a story I’ve lived before yet am a stranger to. I wake before 5 am unable to return to sleep, as if subconscious pushes my system online.