During another procedure, I got to "run the specimen down to pathology." Mind you, the following story is told by someone who has historically hated path. But when the surgeons found bizarre tissue in our patient's uterus and needed to know if it was cancerous, I flew downstairs with a bloody blob, saw it frozen, sectioned, and stained, and then looked at it on the cool double-headed microscope with the pathologist. It was my patient's very cells! And the results really mattered! (It wasn't cancerous. Not that I could tell.)
I was surprised by many things today, but almost most by a guy who suddenly appeared in the preop hallway playing acoustic guitar and harmonica.
I was inspired to be operating with three women and a woman anaesthesiologist.
I was moved by our beautiful British patient, who was in for her eighth surgery, with a bilateral masectomy in there somewhere, in not very much time. She was brave and composed.
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