“She’s Seizing!” yelled Doctor Mundis from the patient's room, “We need to get this women into surgery, stat. She is going to need a kidney transplant immediately.” A wave of doctors rushed in. All of them running to save this women. They brought her to me; the best surgeon at Franklin Hospital. How could they have know that was their biggest mistake?
I started have weird symptoms myself. I was having trouble doing simple things, like holding my pen when filling out forms or having my morning coffee. My voice changed a little too with random pitch changes. I didn’t think much of it until everyday tasks got more and more difficult. I didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. I have no family and I wouldn’t want to worry any of my co-workers. Being a doctor is stressful enough. …show more content…
When I told him my symptoms, he gave me a really concerned look, then proceeded to test me for any disease possibly. Test after test, I finally realized what he was doing. He was ruling out all other diseases until he was left with ALS. Through each biopsy, each X-ray, I was praying he would find something that led him away from ASL, but he kept on testing. Until finally, I received the verdict.
“I’m so sorry Dr. Rivers.I’m afraid you have ALS.”
I was dumbfounded. It was one of those moments where you think you won’t get into a car crash. You won’t be that person. Then...bam… you do. Never would I guessed this would happen to me. I had a relatively normal like, that was all going to be shaken up.
My doctor gave me some pamphlets and talked to me about treatment options. He gave me the whole spiel about how, “We can’t cure it, but we can make you more comfortable.” I hear that in the hospital all the time. The patients never sound comfortable when they’re shrieking in their room or vomiting all over themselves. I knew he was just trying to make me less scared. An impossible
I started have weird symptoms myself. I was having trouble doing simple things, like holding my pen when filling out forms or having my morning coffee. My voice changed a little too with random pitch changes. I didn’t think much of it until everyday tasks got more and more difficult. I didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. I have no family and I wouldn’t want to worry any of my co-workers. Being a doctor is stressful enough. …show more content…
When I told him my symptoms, he gave me a really concerned look, then proceeded to test me for any disease possibly. Test after test, I finally realized what he was doing. He was ruling out all other diseases until he was left with ALS. Through each biopsy, each X-ray, I was praying he would find something that led him away from ASL, but he kept on testing. Until finally, I received the verdict.
“I’m so sorry Dr. Rivers.I’m afraid you have ALS.”
I was dumbfounded. It was one of those moments where you think you won’t get into a car crash. You won’t be that person. Then...bam… you do. Never would I guessed this would happen to me. I had a relatively normal like, that was all going to be shaken up.
My doctor gave me some pamphlets and talked to me about treatment options. He gave me the whole spiel about how, “We can’t cure it, but we can make you more comfortable.” I hear that in the hospital all the time. The patients never sound comfortable when they’re shrieking in their room or vomiting all over themselves. I knew he was just trying to make me less scared. An impossible