A career in medicine wears down the hearts and souls
of many physicians. My pediatric journey
has been filled with countless rewarding moments, but also haunting ones as
well. By the third and final year of residency arrived, I was unclear as to whether
medicine had been the right choice for me at all. After 11 years of hard work, dedication, and the
burden of heavy debt, the destination looked different than I had imagined. While filled with doubt, one of the most
important lessons of my career reeled me back for more: the necessity of trusting a mother’s
intuition.
When I entered room number 10 in the emergency room,
a 6 year old girl was sitting on the bed and her mother was sitting next to the
bedside. When I inquired as to her chief
complaint, she answered “something is not right about my daughter and I would
like you to do a blood test.” It was the
final day of 10 12-hour shifts in a row and I could not seem to muster even one
more ounce of compassion. “Ok” I replied
without giving it much thought. I
sighed, completed a cursory history and physical, and though many years have
passed since this night, nothing seemed clinically worrisome at the time. In all fairness, my closed minded perspective
likely got in the way.
While checking the computer for prior visits, I saw
her daughter had a blood count done the previous day. Yesterday, the result had been normal. I was incredulous. The pediatric emergency
room was very busy that night. Relaying the story to my attending, he told me
to “do another CBC and release her once the result came back normal.” Returning to the room, I let her know a
complete blood count (CBC) had been ordered.
Relief washed over her face.
Reflecting back years later, I would characterize
myself as being abrupt, condescending, and dismissive of this mother and her
concerns. I felt justified thinking she could
not possibly “know” what I knew as a physician and she was being overprotective. Let me be very clear, this story is absolutely
about a night this physician-in-training learned a hard lesson, one which
changed the course of my practice of medicine for the better.
Approximately one hour later, the lab called up to
the emergency room with results. “It’s leukemia”,
said the lab technician. My jaw, and my
heart, hit the floor. “Excuse me, will
you say that again please?” I asked, still unable to believe this healthy child
was sick. “Leukemia”, she repeated. “There must be some mistake. The result of
the smear was normal yesterday.” She replied,
“No, we missed it yesterday.” Apparently,
the laboratory director pulled the smear evaluated the previous day, reviewed it,
and found immature cells which are characteristic of early leukemia.
I slowly walked to the exam room wracked with guilt
while tears welled up in my eyes and sat down to tell this mother that her
beautiful little girl indeed had leukemia. The oncology team planned to admit
her that evening and begin the oncologic evaluation and treatment process
according to protocol. I felt terrible;
not only for the diagnosis, but also for my glib demeanor while interacting with
this mother and her child. She sighed
and said she was relieved to finally know what was wrong with her
daughter. “I am so sorry,” I said. I was sorry for many more things than I could
say.
This is one moment I wish could be erased from my
memory and done again, though differently.
Ideally, I would greet the mother
and child with a warm smile, take an extensive history, perform a thorough physical
exam, discuss a list of possible diagnoses with mom, and send blood tests accordingly. I would reassure this mother we would properly
evaluate her concerns.
The wisdom imparted to me by this mother has been
absolutely priceless. She taught me the
most vital thing physicians do is to take time and listen to the patient or the
person who knows their child best. This unforgettable
lesson has stayed with me for the past 18 years. This “little” girl would be 24 years old
today and may already have children of her own; she owes a debt of gratitude to
her mother for having the tenacity to push a doubting physician to do her
job. Thank you.