However, it was only one week. Seven days we had spent together. The remaining 358 days of the year, I remained attentive at work. I was a busy surgeon, and my father understood that more than anyone. My father had a stroke the week before he died. I remained at work.
When he passed away, I was in surgery with two more cases to complete. My next patients were not understanding that I had to cancel their surgery. I spoke to them personally and explained my situation. Sir, “my father has died and my family is waiting for me to come before they take away his body.”
I will forever regret not taking more time to simply be his daughter. Not a doctor, not his partner. Just be his daughter.
When I saw my partner in this similar situation, I felt the need to talk to him. My partner and I were not close, and it was awkward at first. I told him, “cancel your day tomorrow. There are six of us here. We will take care of things for you.” He didn’t say much and went on with his day. About an hour later, his nurse called. She asked me to help shift his schedule for Friday. We divided his cases among the group. he brought his father home on Friday and helped him into hospice. His father died on Saturday.