My patient and her family showed me how to celebrate and enjoy each moment, even in the face of a terminal diagnosis.
“We’re celebrating each moment we have, this day, with a smile,” the patient’s husband of 36 years told me. He offered a fist bump of celebration to his wife. He then suggested planning a birthday party for her with Hawaiian male exotic dancers. She smiled with embarrassment and laughed.
The husband looked at me with a smile and repeated, “We’re celebrating each moment we have.” My fellow and I each gave him a fist bump with a tender smile. He choked up with tears.
“How are you doing?” we asked.
“I have my moments doctor; I have my moments. We know how it’s going to end, we all know, and we want to celebrate each moment.” He knew her cancer was advanced; she knew it too, as well as her 36 cousins, 28 grandchildren, and four children. They all knew it. And they chose to celebrate.
Sometimes, a patient and family’s joyful celebration of life may seem incongruous with the diagnosis. But sometimes, it’s what the patient and family need. Just like a fist bump was exactly what we needed to connect. Underneath our joy was an awareness of mortality and the choice to live and enjoy the moments that are here.
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