fate.

I am currently toiling away on my psych rotation and decided to "explore" different fields of psych during this 5th week. This afternoon, I decided to spend 2 hours in the transplant clinic before heading off to a neuropath lecture. As it happens, the psych transplant team occupies the room next door to the liver surgery clinic, where I did my first surgical rotation. I went to say hello to the old team, and whose name do I see pulled up on the computer but that of my very first patient on the liver surgery service! He was the first patient I ever saw in that clinic, and he was the only surgery scheduled for the next day, and he just happened to be in for a 3 month post-op visit at the very same time that I arrived for my 2 hours of transplant psych. I'd had a very good relationship with this patient and his wife, so they were very special to me. Come to think of it, I even presented him in case conference because he'd had metastatic colon cancer and had undergone right portal vein embolization to beef up the puny left lobe, which was cancer free, before surgery. I chatted with them until the attending came in, at which point I slid out (sadly) to go to transplant psych (which I was late to). I was so happy that I had a chance to see them again, and they seemed to be excited to see me again, too. It's always a bonus when a patient actually remembers you after they leave the hospital. Of course, we're never really on service long enough to see post-ops so it's uncertain how many patients actually would remember you given the opportunity...at any rate, it was an amazing coincidence that only God could have arranged so perfectly.