Sometimes...

I love medical school. I really do. I often hear some of my attendings talk about how they hated med school. I don't, I really love it. I have had the most amazing experiences and met the coolest people. And I am living my dream!

But some days are better than others. And some days are worse. Like today when my last patient came in with shortness of breath. About 15 minutes before my shift was over we got a call from the radiologist that she most likely has stage IV lung cancer. I kept hoping that this was just a COPD exacerbation or a pneumonia, but once I saw her hyponatremia (low sodium), I knew something was wrong. And I was right, unfortunately.

So, why does it hurt so bad when I don't even know this patient?

Another reminder of how grateful I am for my health and my family.

Still, I am ready for today to be over...