As a physician, I am awash with memories. Some
are biggies…like the five-hour ambulance ride it took to transport a fragile
premie from a rural upstate hospital to the medical center where I was a
resident in Family Medicine. Lights and sirens the whole way. Or running a clinic out of a tent in
the African bush without electricity or running water. Or prepping a patient
who was sent to the OR by the emergency room doc for an appendectomy in the
middle of the night…when my pre-op exam revealed a leaking aortic aneurysm
instead. That got things moving!
On the other hand, some memories are brief, isolated moments
that punctuate the middle of a busy day…a dousing with pee during a newborn
exam, a spontaneous embrace or word of gratitude from an appreciative patient,
a smile or a grimace or a groan.
"We don't remember days.
We remember moments."
~Cesare Pavese~
Imagine, though, what it must be like for your patient. You
may already have seen twenty patients that day. It’s all a blur. Each patient,
on the other hand, sees one physician or provider that day—you—and will be
totally focused on this particular encounter. Years later, he may still recall the
fear or dread that tempted him to cancel his appointment. The impatient sigh that escaped when you
glanced at your watch. How cold your hands were, or how warm. How hurried you
were, or how patient…
"You will never know the value
of a moment
until it becomes a memory."
~Dr. Seuss~
"One day you will be just a memory
for some people.
Do your best to be a good one."
~unknown~
jan
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