Lost for words
Finished ward round this morning with the on call registrar, about ten o'clock.
Acute oncology ward, 18 kids in total, with 7 of those being new admissions this morning. I had lots of scans and blood tests to request, a few referrals to be made, and my own notes to update.
I finally finished just before noon, when the duty nurse informed me that one of the kids (a 13 year old boy called Jason, who has late stage cancer) had gone to the toilet about half an hour prior and hadn't come back yet.
She had already checked the bathrooms on the ward and there was no sign of him. She'd notified security, but asked if I'd also have a look for him as well. His parents were both on the ward and were naturally anxious, so I said sure I'd help out with the search.
Checked all of the bathrooms, the two wards next to ours, and the public toilets on our floor. After searching for about twenty minutes (and getting concerned that we'd either had an abduction or he'd collapsed somewhere) I found him in one of the toilets, smoking a cigarette.
I told him off over it and you know what he said to me? "I'm gonna be dead in three months from the cancer. Do you really think one fag is gonna make a difference?"
Three and a half hours later, I still have no comeback!
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