I was saving this, my 100th post, for my 2 year blogging anniversary which is on the 12th of September, but I couldn’t wait.
I am 11 days from my booked delivery date. I have 6 working days left, and yesterday, I, together with a specialist, mutually agreed that our patient could not travel on her European vacation with an obstructed biliary tract from a probable pancreatic tumor.
This is my 3rd maternity leave and I just wanted to leave my practice with no new ominous diagnoses. Is that really too much to ask? Right before my first leave, a lovely 50-something woman was diagnosed with a pancreatic tumor. Right before my 2nd leave, a 50-something man was diagnosed with a particularly aggressive prostate tumor, and now, right before my 3rd leave, a 70-something woman is being worked up for pancreatic cancer.
As I mentioned in previous posts, I have a wonderful physician who will be covering my practice, but it feels awful leaving these people when they need their family doctor the most. I especially like this 70-something woman as she reminds me a lot of my own mother. Her husband is wonderful as well and if his wife does have pancreatic cancer it is going to destroy him – he all but told me that at his most recent visit for an unrelated matter. My heart broke for him. He really wanted this trip, but he knows full well how bad it might be if she does have cancer. I wish I hadn’t been a part of taking that away from him. I wish I could be present for them as they navigate through the health care system. I hope I see her next spring when I return.