Tribal Educaiton

Tonight I had one of the most moving and profound experiences of medical school. I have befriended and mentored a peer with spinal bifda who is still living in her parents basement although is at long last making real progress torward finishing school, getting a job and learning to drive.

We had dinner and on our way home she mentioned a friend of hers, who also has SB was in the hospital and it was her birthday.  It was 8PM, only hour left of visiting hours but who cares. I have of course for 14 more days a pass that can get us in anyway.  We drove down to the hospital, parked in employee parking. I put her in the wheelchair (she walks short distances with a crutch so we had left her chair at home)  and we walked up to Brenner’s. (not to mention that up until about 8 weeks ago walking all the way to there seemed to be forever but with the new shiny hip its no sweat!).

There we were two gimps in the hospital late at night wandering the halls.  We found her friend’s room. I found myself after introductions falling back into the shadows of the darkened room perched up on the counter.  I watched as my young friend spoke words of wisdom and comfort to her friend in the bed. But then the most astonishing thing happened. She began to inquire about her symptoms, her hospital course. She listened in that way they try to teach but really is an art that one is born with. I stayed frozen in the moment both saddened and joyous by the potential in my friend.

Before we left she made sure her friend had her call button, a drink and offered her entertainment. As we walked back to the car I thought about what it means to be graduating from medical school. I know things now. But what I realize perhaps is that the things I know that are the most important I didn’t learn in medical school.   I learned them from my Kniest Dyspalsia in long sleepless nights at AI Dupont just as my friend did here at Brenner’s with her Spinal Bifida.   I told my friend I was impressed with her history and empathy skills. She shrugs it off  as just speaking from experience.

I smile I know that excuse. I use it often.

As I come to the end of my formal medical education I realize that it is not so much the leaving as it is the coming back to my first educators….my tribe…