Every once in a while you have an experience that can profoundly touch your life. It leaves an indelible mark upon your being, causing ripples that extend throughout your life. Often, these moments involve others. But what is most interesting is that, not infrequently, those others are unaware of the part they played in that life-altering moment.
So it is in medicine. Every once in a while I am truly aware of and overwhelmed by the trust and confidence that patients place in me.
But most of the time it is just part of the day.
You wake them up early, they don't mind (most of the time). You poke them with needles, they don't mind. You clean their painful wound, they don't mind. Cut them open and sew them back together, they don't mind. They sometimes even thank you.
Humbling.
I truly consider it an enormous privilege to work in the medical field. People open up to their doctor in a way they don't open up to anyone. I have had husbands and wives tell me very candidly about things they don't even dare share with their spouse of 15+ years. And they met me less than 15 minutes ago. Undressed, uncovered, unhidden, they open up and let me in to their lives, knowing they will likely never see me again.
The potential is that they leave their dignity at the door, along with their clothes. I feel it is my job to ensure they never feel that way. A patient is a human, not a diagnosis. And I have the privilege to meet and treat new humans every day. They touch my life, and I pray I can touch theirs.
It truly is a privilege.