Today I started my holiday-shortened week of inpatient neurology. This mostly consists of stroke patients, which is, let's say... less than uplifting. This morning was spent walking room to room testing patients' neurological deficits while families looked on with either false hope or resigned acceptance. The deficits are usually the same as the day/week before and most of what was their loved one is now gone. The questions become: How much of the person is left? Would the patient be happy living like that? Where do they go from here?
|It's sad, but this is very accurate.|