The Lump

Behind the White Coat

“How long has this been here?”

“I don’t know. Maybe six months.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? You have been in for a head cold and a sprained ankle in the past several months. Why didn’t you bring it up?”

Truthfully, I don’t know why we ask these questions.

What does it matter in the grand scheme of things, the why? It could be one or several of over a dozen things but knowing why does not change the what or the now. Asking why only makes the patient feel… worse.

Actually, I do know why we ask.

It is our way of saying, “Look, if you die, remember it isn’t my fault,” because we feel guilty, somehow. Responsible. It is our way of conveying that we are hurt that you didn’t trust us without saying those exact words out loud. And to be honest, we are in shock, scared…

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2 thoughts on “The Lump

  1. Victo Dolore says:

    Thank you for the reblog!

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