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A week ago yesterday, Jen and I went to a patient’s funeral that I took care of for 21 days while he was in the hospital. It was really nice of Jen to go with me because it was a long service and it had really no significance to her what so ever. However, it was very important to me considering I spent almost thirty minutes a time with this patient each day making sure that he was feeling alright and that everything was going alright. I sort of made it my personal goal to get him out of the hospital. I never met that goal and really had very little part in his care, but I still felt really horrible when I found out that he had passed away.
Mr. Scleroderma was quite the guy. He came in with a pneumothorax and was treated with a chest tube right there in front of us in the emergency room. I was hooked on this patient right after that moment. We took a look at his x-ray and realized that he had some terrible lungs. Mr. Scleroderma had smoked for a long time, but quit and was having a hard time breathing. Come to find out after a CT, he had huge Bullous Emphysema and was going to have to use oxygen for the rest of his life. It was a slow process and everyday that I would see him was another day that he was just waiting for the lungs to fill back up and get rid of the pneumothorax. My attending thought that he noticed something about his skin and eventually a biopsy was taken and it was confirmed that he had scleroderma. Scleroderma is a tough disease to deal with sometimes and actually can be fatal. However, we had a dermatologist come and evaluate Mr. Scleroderma and he stated that he thought in this case it was more mild and would probably be a benign course. After, two weeks it was decided to do a pleurodesis with talc powder and scar the lung to the chest wall in order to get rid of the pneumothorax. He made it through the surgery and was showing pretty significant progress when the worst thing that could possibly happen occurred. The other lung had a bleb from the Bullous Emphysema pop and of course another pneumothorax occurred on the left this time. At one point and time he had three chest tubes altogether.
The whole time that Mr. Scleroderma was in he had a whole lot of phone calls and visitors and because of this I knew that it was going to be a huge funeral. His wife was an amazing lady that was with him throughout and was always the most polite lady. I really had to attend this funeral because believe it or not he really instilled what it means to have a human compassionate side to being a doctor. There were times where he would squeeze my hand and I would tell him to keep fighting. His wife always talked to me as though I was a real doctor. I always made sure to tell them I am just a student, but they always came back with the fact that it was close enough. I will never forget Mr. Scleroderma because he made such a huge impact on me. No matter the day and no matter the pain he would always say good morning and would always be pleasant. It was evident that I was not the only one that was touched by him throughout his walk through life, but it seemed like I was one of the last. I only hope that someday people are saying the types of things at my funeral that they were saying at his.
He was an amazing man that found his way into my life to teach me a little something about death early on. It is really valuable to learn while on these clinical rotations that you are not just treating the patient in the bed, but also the wonderful family that is around that patient and therefore should be as compassionate and helpful as possible. While this may seem like a duh comment, you would be surprised at the amount of physicians, especially residents, that try to treat death as no big deal. In fact, my resident told me that Mr. Scleroderma died by saying, “Oh, by the way, Mr. Scleroderma died. Anyway….” It is really sad that physicians detach themselves in such a manner and I think it is better to give everyone that human element of respect. It is not just a job for me, and it really should not be for anyone else. As soon as it becomes just a paycheck, one should move on out of the health care field. Mr. Scleroderma was a wonderful patient and taught me more about compassion and care of a patient than anyone to this point. I hope his family and wife know how much being able to care for him really meant to me. I have witnessed nine patients die, but this was the most significant of them all.















