Because of the severe threat posed by the infection, an infectious disease specialist was added to Christopher's already extensive group of doctors. He was in charge of identifying the infectious agent, treating it with the appropriate antibiotics, and monitoring Christopher's progress.
Each morning the doctors would make their rounds, and each morning it seemed like the crowd of doctors grew larger. Christopher's case had become the subject of much debate, rumor, and interest at the hospital. There were all kinds of doctors who just wanted to get a look at him and find out more about his case. The fact that his diagnosis was so rare coupled with the fact that he had survived the "unsurvivable" caused quite a stir amongst hospital staff and students alike. Everybody wanted the chance to examine him and ask questions. His case was an opportunity to further medical understanding of rare disorders, and everyone wanted to be a part of it.
I was actually asked if I would be willing to do an informal presentation, as well as, facilitate a question and answer discussion for students who were studying to become nurses/doctors. Since I didn't have much of anything else going on, I agreed to do it a couple of times. It was just supposed to be a learning opportunity for the students, but as it turned out it was also an opportunity for me to share/vent with a captive audience all of the trials and tribulations of Christopher's experience. It was very therapeutic because I felt like I was doing something constructive towards the advancement of medical science. It was a way to have something good come out of a very tragic situation. Maybe I had found some small "silver lining" to this terrible black cloud that seemed to be hanging over Christopher's head.
Presentations weren't the only thing they were interested in. One day when Christopher went for an ultrasound of his abdomen we were accompanied by a large audience of observers. It was a chance for them to see the rare and unusual, and so it was "standing room only" in the examine room. Because there were so many people, they had to have me stand on a stool behind the ultrasound machine, so that I could still see Christopher. It was kind of surreal.
|Things got better!|
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