This was truly a defining moment in medicine for me. We found a lung mass Sunday, but now it’s Wednesday and nobody had informed the patient. I just couldn’t leave and pretend nothing was wrong, who are we to hide this woman’s own body from her? It’s her life and she deserves to be able to make fully informed decisions.
The talk actually went really well. Our school made us practice having difficult conversations before entering into clinicals (though they told us we would be attendings before we had any difficult conversations), so I knew to set the mood in the room, sit at eye level, speak clearly without jargon, allow for silence, and reassure the patient that they are in control and we will support them no matter what. I even called her family with her so that they could ask questions and so she wouldn’t have to explain things. She actually thanked me profusely when I was done which was just so surreal and nothing I ever thought I would be thanked for doing.
Then her family came in and the doctors were telling me that they were causing a scene and demanding things and refusing palliative care consult. I went down and spoke with them expecting to be screamed at, but I just calmly answered all their questions and explained what we knew and what the next steps were and reiterated that we are simply giving her as much information as possible so that she can choose how to live her life. And now they’re calm and united and waiting to learn more. It’s insane how much simple communication can make a difference.










