Saturday, June 25, 2011
Some kids stand out.
My first "real" patient, who was 13 at the time, and is now, at the advanced age of 27, joining the military.
The patient who got a transplant for her horrible leukemia... who was so sick going into her transplant that I said to her during her "consent conference"... "Well, if your kidneys fail during the transplant, at least your donor can give you one of his, too, and since your immune system will be his, you won't have to worry about rejection." Not only did her kidneys not fail, but she is alive, well, in remission, and sometimes takes her hormones.
Marta also stands out. Marta was a teen mother before I met her, though she was finishing her freshman year of college. That, alone, impressed me. But as I got to know Marta, first during her initial treatment, and then while we were unsuccessfully treating her relapse, I got to know a warm, caring, wonderful mother. A young woman who faced adversity with grace, never complaining about her fate. A young woman who made mature decisions, including continuing college through all of her treatment. A young woman who accepted hospice care when she needed it, but continued to do what she could to extend the time she would have with her child.
From some kids, I learn about a disease. From some kids, I learn compassion. From some kids, I learn grace. From Marta I learned how to face life, no matter what life has in store.
I'll miss her.