"Her lymphoma's refractory, transformed, and aggressive."
Damn, how can my friend’s name appear in a death sentence like that?
But wait, we’ve still got LEN or lenolidomide (Say what? Never heard of it!).
Here’s her name in a kinder, gentler sentence:
“LEN has promising clinical activity and achieves durable responses in [insert her name here].”
Monday, July 5, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Overwalked for the cure
She shivered and retched in the medical tent, in terrible pain with a hip flexor pull.
“How far DID you walk today?”
“Nineteen miles…for my sister.”
“How much did you train?
“Well, I’m not generally a walker.”
I didn’t know whether to praise or to scold, but I was smiling too much to do both.
“How far DID you walk today?”
“Nineteen miles…for my sister.”
“How much did you train?
“Well, I’m not generally a walker.”
I didn’t know whether to praise or to scold, but I was smiling too much to do both.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
She's come undone, Part II
The coroner called today; Kim found down at home, dead for days, maybe more.
I saw her last two weeks ago. She was holding court in our waiting room, surrounded by a laughing group of ex-strangers, all sharing the pleasure of her story.
But then no one noticed she was gone for days, maybe more.
I saw her last two weeks ago. She was holding court in our waiting room, surrounded by a laughing group of ex-strangers, all sharing the pleasure of her story.
But then no one noticed she was gone for days, maybe more.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
New skill for my resume
Gayle was engulfed in post-chemo blues. Worst of all, her back end screamed with the runny aftermath of the toxin’s effects on her guts.
I texted her my secret recipe for relief from bad butt day battles. The following day, her upbeat return text had her sitting in style, hailed me as ‘the butt whisperer.’
I texted her my secret recipe for relief from bad butt day battles. The following day, her upbeat return text had her sitting in style, hailed me as ‘the butt whisperer.’
Monday, May 10, 2010
Home is where no heart is
Marion’s brother offered to move her back ‘home’. Confused and angry, she declined. Months later post-stroke, she said no words at all.
Her neighbor called Robert asking what to do next. Could he arrange care for her now?
“She said no in summer, so we won’t come again.”
And Marion’s niece hung up the phone.
Her neighbor called Robert asking what to do next. Could he arrange care for her now?
“She said no in summer, so we won’t come again.”
And Marion’s niece hung up the phone.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
An Abilfy blonde
Pam struggles with mood, so down now she'd forgotten her hair—it hangs lank and uncombed, framing a face slack with despair.
So maybe yes counseling but no energy to arrange, could something be added to her roster of drugs?
Next visit she arrives with a smile, hair washed and shining, a bright Abilify blonde!
So maybe yes counseling but no energy to arrange, could something be added to her roster of drugs?
Next visit she arrives with a smile, hair washed and shining, a bright Abilify blonde!
Secret secretions
My patient sat down, quickly grabbed for a Kleenex.
"Hold on!" she gasped, turned, and then coughed wetly into the tissue.
"Oh gad," I thought unhappily, "She's going to show it to me."
"Don't worry," she said, dabbing delicately at her lips. "I'm not going to show it to you."
We both burst out laughing.
"Hold on!" she gasped, turned, and then coughed wetly into the tissue.
"Oh gad," I thought unhappily, "She's going to show it to me."
"Don't worry," she said, dabbing delicately at her lips. "I'm not going to show it to you."
We both burst out laughing.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Any problems getting up in the morning?
Eighty-something and mega-spry, Roland brought his lady friend along to his appointment. BP was great, no problems found.
“I’ve been meaning to ask about Roland’s thyroid,” Ms. LF ventured at visit’s end. “He’s so full of energy; is that normal?”
I so knew what she meant by “energy”, and could not suppress a hearty laugh.
“I’ve been meaning to ask about Roland’s thyroid,” Ms. LF ventured at visit’s end. “He’s so full of energy; is that normal?”
I so knew what she meant by “energy”, and could not suppress a hearty laugh.
Monday, April 5, 2010
What sermon where?
After church, she went down for a nap and woke up with no memory of the service. She recalled all events within minutes, but her children dragged her in for a visit.
“Everyone’s foggy post-nap,” I declared. “Call if it happens again.”
She sighed with relief and walked out with a smile...her purse still under the chair.
“Everyone’s foggy post-nap,” I declared. “Call if it happens again.”
She sighed with relief and walked out with a smile...her purse still under the chair.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Cramping, Her Style
"Is there a doctor on board the plane?”
Huzzah, I've waited decades for that line.
The teenager behind me fainted, alarming her seatmate. Across an armrest and forty years, we chat as she recovers. She laughs as I call her period a ‘newspaper’ in Spanish, but, despite two languages, we both agree that cramps are a drag.
Huzzah, I've waited decades for that line.
The teenager behind me fainted, alarming her seatmate. Across an armrest and forty years, we chat as she recovers. She laughs as I call her period a ‘newspaper’ in Spanish, but, despite two languages, we both agree that cramps are a drag.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Wow, hadn't expected that!
My patient pumped Purel in her palm, leaned over the counter as she rubbed it into her hands.
“You should be glad I’m using this,” she opined to my front office clerk who looked up with an inquisitive arching of brows.
“Yep, you see I don’t wash my hands,” my patient shot back with a serious nod.
“You should be glad I’m using this,” she opined to my front office clerk who looked up with an inquisitive arching of brows.
“Yep, you see I don’t wash my hands,” my patient shot back with a serious nod.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Out but not down
She went from diarrhea to deadly abscess in less than two weeks. What do you say to a ski instructor whose season nearly ended forever in the surgical suite?
She answered with an upbeat "Hello?"
"How you doing?" I asked. She'd been home for a week.
"I just went for a walk, and so glad to be out."
She answered with an upbeat "Hello?"
"How you doing?" I asked. She'd been home for a week.
"I just went for a walk, and so glad to be out."
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Life cycles
Mortally injured, Dave lingered a month and then died. Businessmen sat through his funeral next to the grizzled, pony-tailed riders of his beloved Harley club.
I stood afterwards, eyes filling, as one hundred-plus bikers headed down the boulevard, Dave in tow, bearing him away even as he smiled next to me from his daughter’s eyes.
I stood afterwards, eyes filling, as one hundred-plus bikers headed down the boulevard, Dave in tow, bearing him away even as he smiled next to me from his daughter’s eyes.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Blow and Tell
She stood by the counter, a brown grocery sack in hand. Without a word, she upended the brimming bag, used Kleenexes tumbling over the surface, some falling onto the ground.
“This,” she declared angrily, “is one day’s worth of tissues. I need help now!”
Eyes wide, mouth clamped shut, my front desk receptionist grabbed for the Lysol.
“This,” she declared angrily, “is one day’s worth of tissues. I need help now!”
Eyes wide, mouth clamped shut, my front desk receptionist grabbed for the Lysol.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Oh gad, get me outta' here!
My patient looks sick--eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, and his voice an octave too low.
“Any cough?” I ask. Lord I don’t want what he’s got.
“Yes, just started...it hurts...from deep in my chest,” he rasps then demonstrates wetly, his hand about a yard from his mouth.
Oh yuck, that which he harbors now floats in my air...
“Any cough?” I ask. Lord I don’t want what he’s got.
“Yes, just started...it hurts...from deep in my chest,” he rasps then demonstrates wetly, his hand about a yard from his mouth.
Oh yuck, that which he harbors now floats in my air...
Sunday, March 7, 2010
A distressing typo' problem
Patients like to weigh in by e-mail, and I, in turn, can read them at will. This strategy, however, may be harmful to health:
"I am still having an upset stomach and episodes of diarrhea. They are happening after each email now instead of just in the evening."
Back away from the computer, ma’am. Phone me instead.
"I am still having an upset stomach and episodes of diarrhea. They are happening after each email now instead of just in the evening."
Back away from the computer, ma’am. Phone me instead.
Friday, March 5, 2010
I, Phone Woman
I checked for drug interactions with a flip of a finger, a middle-aged techno-babe plying my apps.
As I put down my iPhone, the room exploded with an arcade-style riff.
“Nice ringtone!” I said to my patient.
“Uh...I think that was your phone.”
Oh dang, I opened my games while closing down drugs. Not so tech savvy after all.
As I put down my iPhone, the room exploded with an arcade-style riff.
“Nice ringtone!” I said to my patient.
“Uh...I think that was your phone.”
Oh dang, I opened my games while closing down drugs. Not so tech savvy after all.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
She lives on in my heart
Della died from liver disease one month after her first grandkid was born.
At her funeral, I got a heart-shaped pin with her picture attached. Lipstick red as her shirt, chin lifted, she smiles at me still. I keep it at hand as a reminder that life should never be viewed through a jaundiced eye.
At her funeral, I got a heart-shaped pin with her picture attached. Lipstick red as her shirt, chin lifted, she smiles at me still. I keep it at hand as a reminder that life should never be viewed through a jaundiced eye.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Show and smell
M was annoyed and didn’t look well. She rummaged in her purse, then tossed a Ziploc bag on the desk.
Uh-oh, close encounters of the turd kind. Could’ve figured this out sans sample!
She rose at visit’s end, went to leave without Exhibit A.
“Would you mind throwing out...that?”
So she did, right into the basket underneath my desk.
Uh-oh, close encounters of the turd kind. Could’ve figured this out sans sample!
She rose at visit’s end, went to leave without Exhibit A.
“Would you mind throwing out...that?”
So she did, right into the basket underneath my desk.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Lady Madonna
She was nursing her son as I entered the room. Long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders; she smiled and mentioned two special needs toddlers home now with Dad.
Sated and overcome with curiosity, her baby turned, flashing a total body grin at me. This tiny dynamo was long on enthusiasm, energy, and chromosome 23.
Sated and overcome with curiosity, her baby turned, flashing a total body grin at me. This tiny dynamo was long on enthusiasm, energy, and chromosome 23.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
And now it's too late
Jeanette was always tired and always in pain. A consultation of experts and I couldn’t figure out why.
One afternoon, she napped in her rocking chair and never woke up. Still, she sang at her funeral; her recorded voice like an angel’s, husky and haunting. I didn’t know she sang. I never asked, she never said.
One afternoon, she napped in her rocking chair and never woke up. Still, she sang at her funeral; her recorded voice like an angel’s, husky and haunting. I didn’t know she sang. I never asked, she never said.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Hair today, here tomorrow
Two friends shared cancer and chemo, enduring, in tandem, the ebb and grow of hair. R’s grew back in darling ringlets; K sent new growth up in fright wig style.
Waiting for haircuts, a tweenager stared at K and nudged his mom: “That’s how I want my hair to look.”
K roared with laughter, survivor style.
Waiting for haircuts, a tweenager stared at K and nudged his mom: “That’s how I want my hair to look.”
K roared with laughter, survivor style.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Nothing simple about being old
Eighty-something, on seven drugs, six supplements, and under the care of nine different doctors including four different orthopedists for as many body parts. She wanted to discuss simplifying her care.
As she left the office, she caught her leg on the car door, peeling the fragile skin back like tissue paper. So much for simplification.
As she left the office, she caught her leg on the car door, peeling the fragile skin back like tissue paper. So much for simplification.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
So who's the "Glamor Don't"?
I ushered my patient into a room thinking “I wish I could carry off high-heeled boots with such ease.”
She, in turn, regarded me with curiosity as she eased into her seat. Adjusting her tiny skirt, she remarked “Well you’re not exactly styling today.”.
I waited for the ‘just kidding’ to follow, but, alas, it never did.
She, in turn, regarded me with curiosity as she eased into her seat. Adjusting her tiny skirt, she remarked “Well you’re not exactly styling today.”.
I waited for the ‘just kidding’ to follow, but, alas, it never did.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
The lady and the stats
She’d walk each day to the store, a cane in one hand, cigarette in the other. She quit at age 90, walking... not smoking.
Shortly after her 93rd, I sat beside her on the tiled bathroom floor waiting for the paramedics to arrive.
One-third of old ladies die within a year of a hip fracture.
Damn statistics.
Shortly after her 93rd, I sat beside her on the tiled bathroom floor waiting for the paramedics to arrive.
One-third of old ladies die within a year of a hip fracture.
Damn statistics.
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