My patient died today.
It was my first death as the senior resident on the team.
Couldn’t help but think about what I could have done more.
After I was notified that my patient had passed, I went up to the unit.
The room was full of people. Slowly they trickled out. Two family members lingered, one was her brother who had been by her bedside for so many hours in the last few days.
I offered my condolences and offered my hand. He looked at me, his eyes red, and started shaking his head.
And then he hugged me. And thanked me. Thanked me for what I had done. Thanked me for my calmness through her dying.
And I hugged him back.
