“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.
“Better not be going all the way to Richmond or I got something for you,” I heard muttered behind me. I chose to ignore him, as did everyone else on the BART car. But I knew the threat was directed at me.
I sat in an audience of about 500 other nephrologists learning the latest about diseases affecting the filtering parts of the kidney, the glomeruli, and their treatments. It was the second day of the American Society of Nephrology Kidney Week and the end of a very long day of lectures that would be capped off with a discussion of case studies, led by experts in diseases of the glomeruli, the answers unknown to them and us.
I had been seeing Josephine Ocampo in my clinic roughly every other month for nearly 2 years. But it wasn’t until she said, “I’m going to the Philippines tomorrow to bury my mother,” that I noticed the maiden name on her chart—Nisnisan.