The Truth About Caring

 

You never forget your first patient. This is the story of mine and how he shaped the rest of my career as a vet.

The first three years of vet school you sit in lectures, watch others, and learn from the best and brightest vets in the world. But it isn’t until the fourth year that you actually see patients. Of course, you are still a newbie at that point, so you have a resident doctor who oversees you, guides you, and points out your mistakes (hopefully) before you actually make them.

My first “rotation” was an 8 hour shift in the ICU. It wasn’t a particularly busy night, so they only had one patient for me to oversee. Eight hours and one patient. Some of my classmates were jealous that I got such an “easy shift”. Others felt sorry for me because I wouldn’t get enough patients to learn as much as they did. I decided I would make the best of it and do right by my patient and not worry about what everyone else thought. I was given “rounds”, which is doctor talk for a Cliff Notes version of this animal’s story.

It always starts with name, age, sex, and breed: Bozley was a 10 year old, male neutered, Golden Retreiver.

Then what they’re in for: He was diagnosed with stage IV lymphoma (cancer) and was no longer responding to chemotherapy.

And then the plan: Owners plan on euthanizing in the morning; provide supportive care until the husband’s plane arrives tomorrow.

Well, there it was. My very first patient and my job was to keep him alive until his owners could arrive to let him go.

Bozley was a handsome boy. He had a shiny ginger coat and a completely gray face. His muscles were sunken in from months of chemo. His body was weak but his spirit was not.

WHAH - Dr Revel & BozleyI approached him to start my first official physcial exam. Thump. Thump. Thump. He was too weak to stand, but being a typical Golden, the sight of a stranger (me) approaching him gave him such glee his tail began to wag with vigor, knocking over his EKG monitor. I went through my whole physical checklist. I attempted to examine his ears with an otoscope. He turned his head and licked my face so hard I dropped the scope. I tried to listen to his heart sounds, but he climbed up on my lap as I was squatting and sat on me. I thought I could at least check his skin, but when my hand approached, he nuzzled my hand with his nose to indicate my instructions. I was to pet his head. I was to sit on the floor in the corner of the ICU with a Golden Retreiver on my lap and pet his head. After 20 years of schooling, countless hours of studying, tests, reading, learning….the best thing I could do for my first patient, my dying patient, was to care about him. So that’s what I did.

My shift started at 4pm and ended at midnight. There were hourly treatments; giving medications, checking vital signs, cleaning and nursing care. If they required me to stop petting Bozley’s head, he would nudge me in disapproval. As long as I pet him, he rested contently. He was so weak. He had fought a long hard battle and I knew he was ready to go. I read to him about lymphoma treatment protocols (I was supposed to be learning, after all), but I knew he had lived them. I looked at the pictures with which his owners had decorated his wall. Bozley as a goofy puppy. Bozley in his prime chasing balls through the vineyards of Northern California.  Bozley with his IV in getting chemo. Before I knew it, it was midnight, and the next doctor came in to relieve me.

I gave him rounds, he looked at the treatment sheet, saw the next treatment was due in two hours, and decided to go in the hall to study for the vet board exam until the next treatment was due. I knew if I left, no one would pet Bozley. These were the last 12 hours of his life. I figured the least I could do was give him the next 12 hours of mine. I stayed there with him all night. I couldn’t sleep because if I stopped petting him, I’d get the nudge. I couldn’t cure his cancer. I couldn’t help him regain his strength. All I could do was give him all he asked of me. So I ran my hand through the white hairs of his face, over the boney figure of his skull, and I gave him the best thing I had to offer: my care.

The next morning, Bozley’s owners arrived. I stayed with him and watched him breathe his last breath. I watched the life leave his eyes. And he was gone. And I wept with his owners. He went peacefully, surrounded by people who loved him.

I learned a lot from Bozley that has carried with me throughout my career. I am grateful for all that he taught me. It was nothing I could have learned in a classroom, from a lecture, or prepared for any test. Sometimes the best medicine we have to give is our time.

Share on Facebook
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

10 Responses to The Truth About Caring

  1. Megan says:

    Tears. Thanks for caring so deeply about our pets.

  2. Wendy Dougan says:

    Tears, tears, tears. This is why you are such an amazing vet and why we are so lucky to have you taking care of our Frida. Thank you for sharing.

  3. Heather says:

    That’s a beautiful story. Thanks for sharing and caring. You are the best!!

  4. Barbara Caplan-Bennett says:

    Oh, Dr. Revel. This explains so much about who you are as a vet, and as a person. So beautifully written – more importantly, so beautifully lived. What a wonderful gift you gave Bozley, and what a wonderful gift he gave you in return. And somehow, I know our Bailey was the lucky recipient of what you learned that day. And all our other beloved beasts as well – but Bailey especially scored when we found you as a vet. My only critique about this piece is that it should come with a warning: “Tissues Required.” It’s an impossible piece to read without tears.

  5. Karrie says:

    Bozley sounds like he was as sweet as they come and on behalf of any owner who loves their pet, what you did for Bozley was a gift. You are most definitely fulfilling your calling in life!

  6. michelle starlin says:

    Beautiful Monica. Simply beautiful. Your heart makes you the best Dr any animal could ask for and a beautiful friend for me to cherish.

  7. Heather Schulz says:

    I’m weeping. Thank you for sharing that beautiful story. Bozley was blessed to spend his final hours with you.

  8. Jaime says:

    You only think you learned all that from your bittersweet experience with blessed Bozley. The truth is that you were probably born wonderful, compassionate, insightful, generous and kind, and then you grew up to be an inspiration to everyone who knows you and a Mommy Mentor to everyone who knows your kids.

  9. anne luetkehans says:

    yep. I’m crying too! I knew there was a reason I trust Monet to your care!

  10. Wendilyn Emrys says:

    Well, I have been fighting the tears since April 16th, but reading this opened the floodgates. Love You All!

Leave a Reply to Heather Schulz Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>