Just a few days ago, I had a chance to be with my patient who was recently diagnosed as cancer stage 4. She was young, 34 yrs old. The doctor gave her an explanation of her diagnosis as well as options for her in terms of managing the disease. Her husband was with her, providing comfort and strength. I just stood beside my patient while she held my hand. Her face was stoic, I can not read her mind. After about half an hour, the doctor left, leaving her time to absorb everything that's been said. The moment the doctor closed the door, she cried, and hugged her husband.
I felt like crying too (she was a really nice lady) but of course, held back my tears. I could not find what words to say, I just did not know. I gave her a roll of tissue, held her hand, then left the room.
After a few days, I had a talk with her. This time, she's in a better mood. She mentioned that she's slowly accepting that her life is about to end, and is open to the idea of receiving palliative care.
I smiled and assured her that we, as the healthcare team, will do our best to care for her, and for her to be as comfortable as possible.
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