My mother, not in medicine, and this mother in medicine, went to have a biopsy. Her biopsy. By a surgeon. I am not a surgeon. Nor am I a doctor for adults. My day to day is infants, toddlers, school-aged children, tweens, and adolescents. And medical students.
How does your mom introduce you to her doctors? My mother introduced me to the surgeon whom she herself was just meeting at that moment, as her daughter. Sounds reasonable. Started off well. Though this was immediately followed by, “she’s a pediatrician.” I paused briefly at the stark declaration, and softly came up with, “…who knows nothing about what you do.”
Why did I demur? Why so modest? The surgeon and I might indeed speak the same language (though she much more tersely). But I need not hover, make her nervous, nor imply that the reason I’m there is because I’m a doctor too. The reason I was there was to support my mother. As a daughter.
But alas, I guess I was also there because I do speak, or at least understand, that language.
[Results not in yet. Somehow felt okay to post here on MIM in the interim.]