The Human Side of Medicine

For majority of the pandemic, I worked from home. That may sound like a dream for a pediatric resident who had a front-loaded PGY-2 schedule, but it was anything but that. My plans to go abroad (to Botswana) to engage in global health work were deferred; my projects and events and travels were cancelled. I can’t highlight how nice it was to be involved in the Human Side of Medicine project at that time. I believe strongly in the power of words and the importance of maintaining one’s own wellness in order to be an empathetic and appropriate provider.

Check out the interview here. Thanks for your support!

After Rounds: Round-Up (3.19.2020)

Since my last round-up on my contributions to the After Rounds space, I’ve had a couple more articles published and I have a few articles (on topics that mean the world to mean) soon to come.

Early congratulations to the fourth years who will find out their residency matches tomorrow.

Lessons from the Wards: The Words We Stored Away

She was nine years young with a complicated diagnosis — neuroblastoma/pheochromocytoma. “Medically interesting” is the term I used as a euphemism for “I am terrified to be involved in her care.” After all, she was dying. I knew that. The team knew that. Her father refused that. 

Still now I wonder, did she know? 

A week later, I was in Iceland: far from PCAs, codes, and secret tears in the call room. I opened my laptop in the airport on my way home to update her discharge summary (after all, I was delinquent). Signed, just two days prior, was a completed death summary. I read it. I read every progress note. I looked through her vitals. I looked through her laboratory studies. Her imaging. I shut my laptop and boarded the plane. 

I cried on the plane. The stranger who sat next to me asked me what was wrong and I said I was afraid of heights. She held my hand until take-off. 

Later that evening, I found myself in my apartment complex elevator – it stopped on the 6th floor and I rolled my eyes. One floor away from my apartment. He, the father of the patient who occupied my thoughts on the duration of my flight, walked into the elevator. 

“Hello doctor,” he said. 

His eyes were bloodshot.

“Hello,” I said. I shifted my weight side to side; the space felt heavy with uncertainty and discomfort.

We reached my floor. “Goodnight” he said.

I rolled my luggage behind me. “Goodnight” I whispered as the elevator doors closed. Still now, I think about the words left unsaid. In the hospital, we used Google translate to navigate the divide between English and Arabic.

How do you say I’m so sorry for your loss in Arabic? And would that even be enough.

After Rounds: Round-Up (2.16.2020)

I am still on Cloud 9 to be a contributor to After Rounds. I’m not enthusiastic only because this is my first recurring editorial role since my undergraduate career; I am enthusiastic to be part of a space where conversations for medical providers is not just limited to how to excel in the hospital. We engage frequently in conversations about burnout and wellness – in a way that is actionable. I’ll share bi-weekly (on this space) my recent contributions to the space.

Excited to share more on After Rounds and to bring a bit more narrative medicine back to this space (at a time when I’m not post-call). Love you always.

Launch Day: After Rounds

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For the past few months, I have been close-lipped about a new opportunity. I received an email in the fall from a recruiter – who was hoping to find contributors to a new digital media space produced by Wolters Kluwer for medical students, physicians-in-training, and attending physicians. I’m so excited to announce that today is launch day for After Rounds and to share my first published article in this space. I feel quite fortunate to have a recurring paid editorial gig so early in my career. Feel free to share your thoughts in the space.