Today I was on my long shift and feeling the blues as usual when I was asked to see a patient as part of gen med review.
She was a lovely elderly woman who had come in for some obstructive jaundice
As I began to examine her, she looked at me and said
“You have healing hands. I can feel it.”
She then turned to her relative in the room and said
“She’s the most gentle doctor I’ve seen you know”
And as I was leaving, she asked me when she would see me again.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m really helping anyone. When I’m tired, I wonder if I’m good enough to do the things doctors do. Sometimes I feel like maybe I’d be suited better somewhere else.
But when I interact with patients like this lovely woman, and they tell me the smallest things make a difference for them, I am so incredibly grateful for me and being in a position to impact someone in that way. It makes me strive to be better. It makes me appreciate my apparent skill of treating people in a way that makes them feel comfortable.
I am so grateful to have met that woman and to have made her feel that way. It made me smile. It makes other things seem less significant.