Friday, March 18, 2016

Match Day of 2016

Today was the 2016 National Residency Program Match Day when all graduating medical students found out their residency destinations.  Michelle got matched to her #1 choice - BU Internal Medicine program.  It was a much calmer "event" compared to 4 years ago because 1) we knew today would be the day for the national announcement and 2) we knew IF she ranked BU as her #1 choice, she would have no problem getting in.  So, there was no shouting or screaming...  A text message quietly came through my phone right before my plane took off, and that was it!

It's been a LONG 4 years.  Many things have happened, and more importantly, Michelle is truly ready to be a doctor now... or is she?? 

Talking about readiness to be a doctor, here is what Paul Kalanithi, a neurosurgeon and writer, wrote in his book "When Breath Becomes Air" before he passed away in March 2015 at age 36.

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Returning to the ward, I ran into Melissa.  "Hey, do you know how last night's twin babies are doing?" I asked.

She darkened.  Baby A died yesterday afternoon; Baby B managed to live not quite 24 hours, then passed away this morning...  What possible sense could be made, what words were there for comfort? 

"Was it the right choice to do an emergency C-section?" I asked.  "No question," she said. "It was the only shot they had."  "What happens if you don't?"  "Probably, they die.  Abnormal fetal heart tracings show when the fetal blood turning acidemic, the cord is compromised somehow." 

"But how do you know when the tracing looks bad enough?  Which is worse, being born too early or waiting too long to deliver?"

"Judgment call."

What a call to make.  In my life, had I ever made a decision harder than choosing between a French dip and a Reuben?  How could I ever learn to make, and live with, such a judgment call?  I still have a lot of practical medicine to learn, but would knowledge alone be enough, with life and death hanging in the balance?  Surely intelligence wasn't enough; moral clarity was needed as well.  Somehow, I had to believe, I would gain not only knowledge but wisdom, too.    

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I had learned something, something not found in Hippocrates, Maimonides, or Osler: the physician's duty is not to stave off death or return patients to their old lives, but to take into our arms a patient and family whose lives have disintegrated and work until they can stand back up and face, and make sense of, their own existence.

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With my renewed focus, informed consent -- the ritual by which a patient signs a piece of paper, authorizing surgery -- became not a juridical exercise in naming all the risks as quickly as possible, but an opportunity to forge a covenant with a suffering compatriot: Here we are together, and here are the ways through -- I promise to guide you, as best as I can, to the other side.