Last year at this time my ten-year old daughter was in and out of the doctor’s office, ER and then finally admitted to the hospital as we struggled to diagnose and treat what proved to be a dangerous health issue.
During the parade of doctors, interns, nurses and technicians that we encountered along the way, many would inquire what she wanted to be when she grew up. I presumed they were simply making small talk or hoping to hear that she wanted to pursue a career in the field of medicine. While that is certainly not the case for my budding fashionista, who dreams of designing her own line of clothes, I discovered that I was the one with a bit of career envy.
The fact is, when your child is in pain and you have more questions than answers, it can be quite nerve-racking. While I certainly felt that the medical staff had her best interest at heart, I couldn’t help but wish I had the medical training to take care of these issues myself. I couldn’t help but wish I had become a doctor so that I wouldn’t have to rely on others for all the answers.
What was even more frustrating was that during the course of this ordeal, the various doctors and specialists often had a difference of opinion about her diagnosis. I quickly realized that while science can often provide us with hard evidence, there are times when it is an intricate puzzle. Fortunately for us, after a total of about three weeks and numerous tests, the puzzle came together and we had a clear understanding of the problem at hand.
However, when it came time to decide on treatment, the doctors again presented a choice of recommendations. Ultimately, my husband and I were responsible for making the final decision, but we would have been foolish not to rely on the training, advice and experience of our daughter’s doctors.