“You see so many patients, she must be just a number to you,” the patient’s son said as he watched me perform the official exam declaring his mother dead.

“We care about all our patients and take the best care of them we can. Of course, I haven’t known your mother for as long as you have. You’ve known her your whole life,” I said. I finished my exam. I stated the time of death, gave my condolences, and left the room.

I had pronounced a patient dead almost daily that week. During this patient’s exam my emotions were not the emotions of a son who had just lost his mother without much warning. My emotions as the patient’s physician could not be the same as her son’s. I was sad, of course, but I also knew we had done everything we could for her. As a physician I must balance being emotional and being clear-headed so that I can make objective decisions about how to help patients with their medical challenges.

In medicine we push to the edge of current scientific knowledge, yet we are not capable of magic or miracles. We cannot predict the future and we cannot stop the inevitable. Death is part of life. Since medicine in the science of life it inherently involves death.

As a physician my mission is to prevent and cure disease and reduce suffering. A lot of suffering can happen when a person is gravely ill. Part of my job is to recognize when the fight for life is futile. Once the fight becomes futile, anything we do to prolong life also prolongs suffering. It is at the time of futility that I can offer a path that leads to greater comfort and death with dignity. This path requires a shift from a goal of prolonging life to one of promoting comfort. To stop fighting death is not a decision to take lightly. Further, the decision must be made by the patient or their appointed decision-maker (when the patient is too sick to decide). I can only offer guidance as part of the patient’s care team.

This patient, the mother of this son, had fought for her life. She had maxed out every treatment we could offer. She had failed other treatments. When she was worsening, we called the family to come into the hospital. When everyone who needed to be there was at her side, we turned off the medications and interventions that were keeping her alive. We did this because to keep those medications and interventions going would not save her. She would die regardless. She was suffering. Most importantly, she had made it clear when she was well that she would not have wanted to keep going in these circumstances.

When we turned off the medications and interventions keeping her alive, we gave the patient medications to treat her discomfort. She had pain, shortness of breath, and anxiety. She died shortly after we changed our approach from treatment to comfort. She died peacefully and surrounded by the people most important to her. None of this struggle made her a number. She was a person who had fought bravely and died with dignity. And, sometimes, that is all we can offer in medicine – a place that illuminates a person’s intrinsic bravery and permission to stop struggling.   

I have seen and will see many people die. My role in these circumstances is not a counting role. As a physician I ensure my patients get the best treatment available when there is a fight to have and the most comfort possible when there is no fight left. My role is to adhere to their wishes regarding their life and death as best as I can within the constraints of medicine. These are serious responsibilities that are both rewarding and harrowing. Rewarding because I know my patients receive the best care we can offer and a death as close as possible to what they would want if they had a choice. Harrowing because it is hard to lose someone I cared for and because I feel each patient’s loss, not as a friend or family member, but as a partner in the patient’s battle against death.

Being a physician has made me realize exactly how people aren’t numbers. It is my job to learn my patients’ stories and to partner with my patients to tackle their health goals. What happens to my patients is partially a reflection of how well I did my job and partially a reflection of the complexity of being human. The depth of the patient-physician relationship is part of the reason I chose medicine. My patients’ stories are sometimes tragedies and my relationship with my patients is sometimes difficult, but the opportunity to heal, cure, and reduce suffering is enough to make those challenges worth it. I am grateful for the opportunity to take part in my patients’ lives. Grateful even if we meet under extremely unfortunate circumstances. Grateful even if we meet at the end of their life.