I had just finished presenting my body of research for the prior six years in hopes of convincing the committee I was worthy of promotion from Assistant to Associate Professor of Medicine when the chairperson said, “It is clear palliative care is your passion, so you should stop wasting your time with the dental research." I. Should. Stop. Wasting. My. Time.
“I’m feeling good Doc,” Mr. Holly said as I sat down on my stool in the clinic exam room. He sat in the chair beside the computer table, his round freckled face beaming. “That’s great,” I smiled back. I love it when my patients feel well.
I last saw her 6 weeks ago in my clinic exam room. I told her that her kidney function was getting worse. It was time to start preparing for dialysis. Tears ran down her chubby cheeks.
“You said my mother’s kidney function was stable and she didn’t need to come back for two months, but someone called the other day and said her kidneys were really bad and that she’d need a kidney transplant,” the email accused. “So which is it?” it went on to demand.