When we walk into a patient’s room, we are entering a story
The doctor opened the door after a gentle knock. He was greeted with warmth, offered a seat by Mary, and promptly sat down on the end of the hospital bed. As he sat, the family stood to greet him. They discussed the grandkids, the trips taken since they last saw each other. The room felt peaceful. Time slowed down.
Walking in behind my attending, I had been ruminating about the lengthy patient list, the work to be done. Then …
When we walk into a patient’s room, we are entering a story
