The daughter of one of my dearest friends is an emergency department doctor. She chose to work in New York, right in the thick of the urban action at its most challenging. This young woman was tops in her med school class and blew the lids off her medical exams. She could have chosen any specialty but bee-lined it to Emergency Medicine.
Thoughts of this brilliant young doc kept popping up on my mental screen a few weeks ago, when I became feverish and landed in the emergency department. The ED. The previous day’s infusion might have triggered the fever spike, or maybe it was brought on by the 2-bag transfusion I was given as a chaser to the chemo. I hadn’t experienced spiking fevers before, so I started tracking my temperature every 20 minutes as I lay splayed out on our bed.
A Bloody Life 