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On my MS-3 surgery rotation, our group got word that a lady was bleeding retroperitoneally and was going to undergo surgery emergently. According to the angio, she was bleeding from somewhere in the distal gastroduo artery. The angio team had occluded that vessel proximal to the bleed, but the problem persisted so it was decided that surgery was the next option.
The patient is 60yo and is a senior physician on staff. So is her husband. Thus, the head or our department and the most senior general surgeon (FACS) in our 600 bed medical center was called in to do the surgery. Even the residents weren't allowed to assist - that job was left for the #2 and 3 surgeons on our ward.
My student group of 5 people all crammed into the surgery along with our resident who teaches us. But what was supposed to be a show of the formiddable surgical talent of our hospital turned into a nightmare. The lead surgeon, while trying to expose an artery, lacerated the portal vein. In the course of suturing it, the team mixed up which vessel was which and thinking they were transecting the pancreatico-duo artery...they cut the freaking common bile duct.
Our lead surgeon was swearing at the nurses, the team had to open this lady's abdomen even further to repair the damage, and they ended up doing a chole for some reason. In the end, they never even found the source of the bleeding and she ended up with a HUGE scar along the length of her abdomen, two drainage tubes and a T-tube sutured along the side of her body.
As a student, I can't be sure of everything that happened, or exactly what went wrong. I DO know that this lady will require a significantly more detailed explanation of WTF! than your average patient. And I am fairly sure she'll be back in surgery shortly to actually repair the bleeding (unless it stopped itself).
I am still a little in shock from what I saw. The error, I'm told, could easily kill her. As I left for the night, I saw the great surgeon sitting alone at his desk, a single light on, long after he normally goes home. He wasn't working, he was aimlessly searching through desk drawers. I realized that he was waiting for the patient to wake up from anesthesia so he could explain the situation to she and her family. What in the world would he say? For 5 weeks, I've been intimidated by this man's persona and in awe of his intellect. But as I left for the night, I saw a lonely man consumed by a profession that in the end betrayed him.
Recently, I was asked by an internist if I'd developed a guilty conscience since starting my surgery rotation. I didn't understand what he meant at the time. Now I think I do. Although my intern and others who I've asked about this surgery have been fairly forthcoming in saying that the CBD was mistakenly cut, they've also been VERY careful about how they describe events, and who was at fault. But I suspect we all know what happened: a basic human error was made by the best surgeon in the hospital and a woman will suffer for it. I've been enthralled with surgery during this rotation - to the point of wanting to do it. But I'm not sure I could handle the burden of error...or the guilt that follows.
Since this is the surgery forum, I'll pose the question: How often, really, do these kind of things happen? Is it common for you to wonder if you could have done things differently? Or, worse, how often do you KNOW you should have done it differently? I've realized recently that surgery in particular is a field that has SO many oportunities for error - surgeons must spend an enormous amount of time covering their a**, and feeling guilty about it. Is that the case?
The patient is 60yo and is a senior physician on staff. So is her husband. Thus, the head or our department and the most senior general surgeon (FACS) in our 600 bed medical center was called in to do the surgery. Even the residents weren't allowed to assist - that job was left for the #2 and 3 surgeons on our ward.
My student group of 5 people all crammed into the surgery along with our resident who teaches us. But what was supposed to be a show of the formiddable surgical talent of our hospital turned into a nightmare. The lead surgeon, while trying to expose an artery, lacerated the portal vein. In the course of suturing it, the team mixed up which vessel was which and thinking they were transecting the pancreatico-duo artery...they cut the freaking common bile duct.
Our lead surgeon was swearing at the nurses, the team had to open this lady's abdomen even further to repair the damage, and they ended up doing a chole for some reason. In the end, they never even found the source of the bleeding and she ended up with a HUGE scar along the length of her abdomen, two drainage tubes and a T-tube sutured along the side of her body.
As a student, I can't be sure of everything that happened, or exactly what went wrong. I DO know that this lady will require a significantly more detailed explanation of WTF! than your average patient. And I am fairly sure she'll be back in surgery shortly to actually repair the bleeding (unless it stopped itself).
I am still a little in shock from what I saw. The error, I'm told, could easily kill her. As I left for the night, I saw the great surgeon sitting alone at his desk, a single light on, long after he normally goes home. He wasn't working, he was aimlessly searching through desk drawers. I realized that he was waiting for the patient to wake up from anesthesia so he could explain the situation to she and her family. What in the world would he say? For 5 weeks, I've been intimidated by this man's persona and in awe of his intellect. But as I left for the night, I saw a lonely man consumed by a profession that in the end betrayed him.
Recently, I was asked by an internist if I'd developed a guilty conscience since starting my surgery rotation. I didn't understand what he meant at the time. Now I think I do. Although my intern and others who I've asked about this surgery have been fairly forthcoming in saying that the CBD was mistakenly cut, they've also been VERY careful about how they describe events, and who was at fault. But I suspect we all know what happened: a basic human error was made by the best surgeon in the hospital and a woman will suffer for it. I've been enthralled with surgery during this rotation - to the point of wanting to do it. But I'm not sure I could handle the burden of error...or the guilt that follows.
Since this is the surgery forum, I'll pose the question: How often, really, do these kind of things happen? Is it common for you to wonder if you could have done things differently? Or, worse, how often do you KNOW you should have done it differently? I've realized recently that surgery in particular is a field that has SO many oportunities for error - surgeons must spend an enormous amount of time covering their a**, and feeling guilty about it. Is that the case?