Guest guest Posted October 24, 2011 Report Share Posted October 24, 2011 It was a typical Monday, hectic but typical, had one employee call in sick, had another therapist come back after a three week vacation as well as all the typical Monday projects. As 4:30 rolled around and I was mentally ending my day, I see someone walk in and sign in, so I go look the schedule, crap, I forgot I had a 4:30 new patient and she was right on time. As she fills out her paperwork I get my mind back in the game and catch a second wind. I perform a chart review and nothing strikes me as unique, so I walk into the room and when I see her face it hits me like a ton of bricks, it is " Jane's " mom. Jane was a patient of mine 2 years ago, she was a young 29 year old with terminal cancer. But Jane as so much more, she was every bodies friend, she always had a smile...regardless of her pain, or of her prognosis. Jane became every bodies hero, and when she succumb to her diagnosis everyone cried, she was one of those special patients that you never forget. Anyway, Jane's mom and I got caught up for a while, we laughed, we cried, and even found time to evaluate and treat her. I finished up with her at 6:30, and while the support personal were not happy with me, it reminded why I love this profession so much. So in spite of Medicare, insurance companies, worker comp case mgrs, taxes and everything else that goes with our typical Mondays, we do make a difference in people's lives, and there is nothing I would rather do. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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