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Post election, what will change about how I treat at the bedside? Nothing.


To my next patient:

I often avoid putting my politics on my sleeve, as I don’t want that to get in the way of our relationship. I want you to know that I treat you as a fellow human being, no matter your race, gender, sexual orientation. With the election results, what will change about how I treat you at the bedside? Nothing.

I may know about your criminal past. I see that tattoo underneath your gown. I hear your profanity-filled screed because you won’t get that MRI today. I know you don’t follow the treatment plan, that you are here illegally or that you are a refugee from another country.

I will still care for you no matter what. It’s one of the blessed things we instill in each other in medicine.

I saw someone like you recently: 28 years old, working hard, with two jobs, neither of which provided insurance. She was doing well, without health problems, but then she became fatigued and swollen. She came to the ER after weeks of suffering with what turned out to be failing kidneys. Lupus. She required expensive medications that would aim to reverse her kidney disease. She left the hospital not knowing what would happen next, as there was no way she could afford the treatment. The fates of medicine handed her an unexpected illness, and we had no good way to reassure her of what would come next. I am sorry that more patients without insurance will arrive, instead of the steady decline I had been used to the past few years.

You also remind me of another patient I saw last week. She was sweet in the face, smiling despite her travails, and wore the skimpy gown with pride. She had some fluid just outside her lung that shouldn’t be there: a pleural effusion. We discussed the different possible diagnoses. She had cancer in the past, surgically treated and presumably cured. Was this the cancer back? Was it an infection, easily treated? We couldn’t tell by the exam or the x-ray.

On Tuesday, we took the fluid out. The results trickled in slowly, and initial tests suggested it was benign. We allowed a smile, but final tests were pending. What will turn up? When the final results return? Can we dance in the room with joy? Or will we hold hands, bear the cross, shed a tear, but then lift our heads up and know we will fight for another day, and another day, and not stop fighting until the cancer upon us is gone?

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