No matter how much glamor the medical field gets, for all the shows with the good-looking stars, apparently epitomizing the ER or OR or medical floor--reality is always so far from TV. I knew it was going to happen and I knew that it was going to be hard, and it was the start of my week. I had my first patient die that was in my "care," or whatever you might call it as a student. Not really my care, but I was involved. To be quite honest, it was somewhat perfuctory as the paramedics had already done most everything that needed to be done--now just for a doctor to pronounce the time of death.
It just highlighted the bottom-line futility of medicine. No matter what you do, no matter how much time or money or research we spend--the mortality rate is still 100% and for thousands of years, nothing has ever changed that. Yes, our quality of life is better, and we live our lives longer and in more comfort, but we can't change the bottom line. Don't get me wrong, I love my field and I love my job, but it's days like these that remind you of the sobering side of life. It reminded me of a Scrubs episode that we watched in school dealing with death and dying. (Only about 20 minutes in all) It's a good episode--have a box of tissues. Enjoy, and give your family a hug. :)
"My Old Lady," Part 1
"My Old Lady," Part 2
"My Old Lady," Part 3