I will never forget a particularly unsettling incident in the operating room while I was a young and impressionable medical student on my first surgery rotation:
Attending Surgeon: "Intern, what’s the story on this patient?”
Resident Intern (replies sheepishly): "This patient is a 51 year old with a left breast lump, and 17 out of 20 lymph nodes positive for cancer, returning to the operating room.”
Attending Surgeon (in a very matter-of-fact tone): “Oh, she’s F_ _ _’d.”
It felt as though the room temperature fell below zero for a moment—not because the OR is preserved like a freezer, but because the surgeon’s response seemed so cold. The intern fought hard not to appear uncomfortable in light of that deadened, crude response. But because medical school and residency have constructed a strict hierarchy, not unlike the military, there was no way that this intern was going to speak up in return—despite having a parent that also suffered from breast cancer.
[For more of this story, written by Sanaz Majd, go to http://www.quickanddirtytips.c...sthash.DK3UxL08.dpuf]
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