When my son was born, he had some pretty serious medical problems and ended up in the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit). My wife was recovering from her C-section, and I was stressed out of my mind sitting by my son’s bedside after being awake for fifty-six hours. We knew he had fluid around his lungs, but we didn’t know why or what else could be wrong.
Someone whom I presumed was a tech came by to ultrasound my son’s brain and check for malformations. The tech was also training someone else.
Me: “Is he okay? Is there damage? Can he recover?”
Tech: “I’m really sorry, but I’m not allowed to interpret the scan. I’m just here to record it, and the doctors will interpret it and speak to you later.”
Me: “Please! Please can you tell me anything?”
Tech: “I’m so sorry. I’m not allowed to. I wish I could.”
While I was sitting there near tears, the tech turned back to continue the scan and spoke to her trainee very loudly.
Tech: “See, this here that is what you are looking for; when we do this check, we are looking for a formation like this. This is a textbook example of what A NORMAL FORMATION LOOKS LIKE.”
On the remote chance you ever read this, I truly want to say thank you. You gave me some assurance at a time when my world was upside down, and I will appreciate it until the day I die.
Oh, and my son is doing great. An operation to remove a clot in his thoracic duct, and he is a healthy, happy, rambunctious little boy and the light of his parents’ world.
Tech-nically Doing Her Job To The Letter
When my son was born, he had some pretty serious medical problems and ended up in the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit). My wife was recovering from her C-section, and I was stressed out of my mind sitting by my son’s bedside after being awake for fifty-six hours. We knew he had fluid around his lungs, but we didn’t know why or what else could be wrong.
Someone whom I presumed was a tech came by to ultrasound my son’s brain and check for malformations. The tech was also training someone else.
Me: “Is he okay? Is there damage? Can he recover?”
Tech: “I’m really sorry, but I’m not allowed to interpret the scan. I’m just here to record it, and the doctors will interpret it and speak to you later.”
Me: “Please! Please can you tell me anything?”
Tech: “I’m so sorry. I’m not allowed to. I wish I could.”
While I was sitting there near tears, the tech turned back to continue the scan and spoke to her trainee very loudly.
Tech: “See, this here that is what you are looking for; when we do this check, we are looking for a formation like this. This is a textbook example of what A NORMAL FORMATION LOOKS LIKE.”
On the remote chance you ever read this, I truly want to say thank you. You gave me some assurance at a time when my world was upside down, and I will appreciate it until the day I die.
Oh, and my son is doing great. An operation to remove a clot in his thoracic duct, and he is a healthy, happy, rambunctious little boy and the light of his parents’ world.