Yesterday I took care of a 43 y.o. female she had been deaf until three years ago she had a cochlear implant. Can you imagine!
I came home yesterday crying because she was admitted with a bowel obstruction. The medical doctor taking care of her is affectionately named "Dr. G" - he and his interns pulled up the CT scan of her abdomen and he stated look that could be mal-practice (this means the Doctor in the ER was not paying attention and didn't read the CT scan properly). Dr. G said she needs a surgeon to consult her very soon. My thoughts, "Yikes this is serious!" She had come into the Emergency department the night before with nausea and vomiting. So today my plan of care was to make sure she was comfortable and be her advocate. I kept letting the doc's know she was extremely nervous please explain her test results and the next procedures. The test she was having today was a endoscopy. Knowing there was a bowel obstruction/mass the medical professionals took a sample of the cells for testing. The result: Cancer.
My patient came back from her test and I honestly hadn't been given any information nor had she. So she asked, "Am I okay?"
I looked at her and said the doctors are trying to take samples for what kind of cells the are they will come and talk to you as soon as they know the results. And so Dr. G said please text page me when the family is visiting. So I did. Soon enough the doctors came at the end of my shift bearing the bad news of her cancer diagnosis. I waved good-bye to her as I left for the day amongst her family members and smiled as if I had no words to console them at this period in her life-she smiled back and said thank you.
Molli's (a seafood restuarante that Shirley & Patricia Pope love)
A beautiful sunrise at the beach!
Ahhh Skin!
A really hot guy I was checking out
