I really don’t like talking about work so this space is quickly becoming a repository of stories about what I do for a living.
Let me start out by saying that I love my job. I’m the only one in the office on a rainy, Sunday afternoon and I don’t mind a bit because of the case I’m working on now…
There’s a man who needs a kidney and this man has two daughters who would both like to donate. Obviously, we’re not going to use them both but through a strange turn of events we’re working them both up in parallel which is to say the first one to pass all the tests gets to be the donor.
Now I’m in an interesting position because each of these sisters to me is a separate case. I cannot talk about the details of one sister to the other and vice versa; not to mention their dad who isn’t my patient at all.
We’re in the final stretch which is to say that the transplant has a high probability of taking place within the next two weeks. There’s a strong push to get it done this week for reasons I can’t explain.
So I’m talking with the one woman who is in the lead to be a donor and I explain to her that I’ll update her sister as much as I can without explaining any details of the lead sister’s case. This juggling act is pretty humorous; especially when I get to the part where I say to each of them, “Now if you can explain this all to your dad because I can’t even talk to him at all since he’s no where close to being my patient.”
But I think the one thing that I find touching, rewarding, whatever you want to call it is that I’m the one steering this ship and if you can hear some of the things they tell me and the gratitude they express for my efforts… well, you’d see why coming in on a rainy, Sunday afternoon is no problem at all.
