On Friday January 24, 2014, one of my patients, after a difficult discussion regarding the management of her recurring lymphoma, said that she had heard on NPR radio that it was National Compliment Day and that she wished to pay me a compliment!
Let me lay the ground work for the compliment. Ms W is a statuesque handsome black woman, widowed for 2 years and still grieving the loss of her husband. Soon after his death from lymphoma, she was discovered to have lymphoma involving her stomach and because she was bereft, she chose to delay her therapy. She eventually was given radiation therapy with apparent control. Unfortunately, a recent surveillance endoscopy revealed diffuse recurrence in the lining of her stomach and she came to see me for a second opinion regarding management of the recurrence.
When I first met her, she was clearly sad. I was struck by her beauty. When our eyes met I felt she was searching for something. Perhaps simply a better understanding of her predicament but perhaps also a means to get to a better place for her life. We talked a bit about her husband’s illness since I was quite concerned that his experiences might easily influence her decision making. Interestingly, she began by saying that earlier in his life he had prostate cancer and she wondered whether that illness played a role in the onset of his terminal illness with lymphoma. Knowing that black men often have a more virulent form of prostate cancer for reasons not explained by differences in socioeconomic status, I gently asked her if he was black. Her eyes brightened and she said, Oh he was Jewish! I was a little startled but I guess I should not have been surprised. I reassured her that his lymphoma was unrelated to his prostate cancer or its treatment.
After further testing, Ms W returned on National Compliment Day to have a discussion about the management of her lymphoma. She was very pleased to hear that the proposed therapy would not nearly be as harsh as the type her husband had to cope with. And she was delighted to hear that her outlook was exceptionally good. She asked about whether she could plan to travel and whether she could return to teaching at Hunter College. I sensed she was emerging from an emotionally draining bad place. I encouraged her to make those plans and her face brightened. I felt comfortable with the notion that with some closure regarding her uncertainties, she might now be able to move beyond the grief process and reengage with life. I suspect she will find joy again as she rediscovers what life has to offer.
At the end of the discussion, she brought up National Compliment Day. She said that after our first meeting she had dinner with a couple who are friends and the wife happened to be a physician. When she told them she had a consultation with “Dr Greg Mears”, they were thrilled since the woman physician has known me since her days as a medical student at Columbia. Although I was somewhat embarrassed by their accolades, I was still pleased that the assurances Ms W obtained from her friends had cemented our relationship together. She concluded by saying she thought I was a “real Mensch”! Knowing her story, I was not surprised! I repaid the compliment thanking her for putting her trust in me.
It was an excellent day for me. I was again reminded by this encounter that supportive, positive comments are powerful tools for annealing friendships, personal and professional.