Some patients leave a scar on you


Every surgeon has experienced the anguish of an adverse outcome. The elective aneurysm that dies on the table, the asymptomatic carotid patient that has a stroke in the recovery room, the cosmetic varicose vein case that has a pulmonary embolus. Driving home alone, we tell ourselves that we did our “best,” but lingering in the dark shadows of our minds are the nagging questions: What should I have done differently? Am I really a safe surgeon? Should I quit and get a job with “industry”? What if I get sued? How should I deal with the family? Will I get fired?

Dr. John F. Eidt, a vascular surgeon at Baylor Scott & White Heart and Vascular Hospital, Dallas.

Dr. John F. Eidt

Our houses are dark when we arrive home. We sit alone in living rooms silently mulling over the events of the day. Our spouses have seen this before and will offer sincere consolation, but will never really know how it feels. So we do what surgeons are trained to do – we suck it up and hide our feelings. As the Brits say: “Keep calm and carry on!”

A few years ago, I operated on a young woman with suspected median arcuate ligament syndrome. She had experienced temporary improvement after laparoscopic release of the median arcuate ligament at an outside hospital, but her symptoms returned after a few months.

Initially, I attempted to place a stent in the celiac artery from the groin but failed to establish a stable access sheath. Rather than choosing a brachial approach, I recommended open repair. The next day in the operating room, I was surprised to find a distinct blue tint to the adventitia of the celiac and hepatic arteries typical of dissection. After opening the common hepatic artery, I discovered that the dissection continued well into the bifurcation of the proper hepatic artery, forcing me to clamp the gastroduodenal artery, the primary collateral pathway to the liver. Within minutes, the liver turned a nauseating purple black.

I urgently constructed an aorto-hepatic bypass with vein using 8-0 suture to try to tack the dissection flap into place distally. I tried to ignore the dire appearance of the liver as I worked, but I was fearful that my distal anastomosis would be inadequate. When I took off the clamps, the liver improved slightly but remained bruised. The finding of a Doppler signal distal to my anastomosis gave me some hope but I remained fearful about the viability of the liver.

Postop, I found her husband in the waiting room with two small children. I explained the potentially catastrophic circumstances and prepared him for the possibility that she might need a liver transplant! He was stunned and angry but mostly silent. Her liver function tests (LFTs) deteriorated over the next 3 days, leaving me depressed, anxious, and sleepless. I hated making rounds on her. Her husband was invariably lying on a couch in her room, pictures of her children taped to her headboard. I reached out to hepatology and transplant surgery hoping for some encouragement. My partners patted me on the back and reminded me that they’d all been in similar binds. I swore to myself that I’d never do another operation on a patient with median arcuate ligament syndrome.

On the morning of the fourth postop day, her LFTs miraculously reversed course and she made an uneventful recovery. But I was scarred. To this day, when I see the diagnosis of median arcuate ligament syndrome on a chart in the office, I shudder. I remember the color of her liver – like the deep blackness of the abyss.

Some patients leave a scar on you. But how we, as surgeons, deal with adversity is largely unknown. Each of us has to discover through trial and error the most effective way to respond to unwanted outcomes. We model ourselves after our teachers, mentors, and chief residents. Some of us have enlightened, sympathetic partners to turn to for consolation, advice, and “competent critique.” But others may be isolated in solo practice or in shared-expense practice models where “partners” may actually be competitors.

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