I've learned a lot. Being back in actual healthcare (as opposed to the
behind-the-scenes business) has forced me to learn and understand and
appreciate a lot.
I used to throw fits over my fibroids. Why me? What did I do to warrant
so much pain and stress and aggravation so early in life? and for so
long?
But then patients were admitted to my unit with co-morbids. So many
co-morbids. More than I even saw in my renal patients. To have CHF &
pulmonary sarcoidosis & random ischemias & fully metastasized
cancers...I can't even fathom. Fibroids are technically curable,
depending on each woman's circumstances. And the only "co-morbid" I
boast is anemia - a pale-in-comparison side effect of the fibroids.
These people can't cure one condition and be ok. A lot of them can't be
cured of any of their conditions. So, I find myself whining less about
my fibroids, and taking it all in stride. In the game of life, I may not
have the perfect hand...but mine is far from the worst on the playing
field.
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