I've been on wards this past week. It's never easy, but this round seems
particularly hard to me. Not physically hard (that was what residency was for),
but emotionally hard. For my practice, we rotate who is on the inpatient unit
by one week increments and when you are "on" you manage all the inpatients for
the entire oncology section.
Since I do gastrointestinal oncology, and a lot of my patients end up
being admitted for any number of reasons (blocked stents, bowel obstructions,
dysphagia and so on) getting a hard ward week feels a little like karma to me.
As if I somehow deserve it because of the number of my patients that have
needed admission since the last time I was on wards.
I have been struck this past time with the difficulty of actively dying
patients. I have struggled with patients who are dying too slowly and families
asking me, can't we just do something to hurry this up? My response: No, we
cannot. Then we have the equally-as-hard patient who dies too quickly. I find
the latter may be a bit easier to explain - at least their final suffering was
not prolonged - but still very, very difficult on families.
I've had to get multiple Medical Intensive Care Unit consults this week,
tell multiple families news they weren't hoping for, changed people's life
trajectories in awful and difficult ways. I feel completely empty and tapped
out, and I am facing a Monday clinic with over 20 patients, all equally as
deserving of my time, support and care. I hope 12 hours off pager is enough to
refill the tank - it has to be.