Sunday, March 6, 2005
A patient that I had spent time listening to, just listening to, told me how much it had mattered to her. I had not laid a hand on her. I did not find out what was wrong with her. Really, I did nothing "medical" at all. However, she said, very poignantly, that she had woken up that morning feeling very anxious and uncertain about how she was going to make it through the day. Then, after speaking to me, she feels a lot better and is looking forward to the day. She then thanked me more sincerely than I have ever heard anyone speak. She thanked me for listening. People like her are why I decided to go into medicine and every once in awhile, it's good to be reminded of such.