I love my job. I am lucky enough to have many specialties and work in all the area in the lab. My favorite is blood bank, mostly because of the large number of things you have to know.
I work in hematology a lot so I can be back up for blood bank if things go bad. We are a level 1 trauma hospital so things can go sour fast.
Last Saturday I was working in hematology, we had a young lady come into the ER complaining of abdominal pain. The ER physician ordered the normal battery of tests which included a complete blood count.
I’ve been doing this a long time and as soon as I saw the specimen I knew it wasn’t going to be good news. I made a slide and put the specimen on the instrument. A normal white blood cell count is roughly 5-10. It has units attached, but it’s not important. I get the print out off the machine and her white cell count is approximately 500. Not good.
I have 10 minutes to call a critical result so I quickly liked at the slide. ~80% blasts. (Very early/young cells) Blasts are usually inside the bone marrow and dint get into the peripheral blood until they have matured. I looked through the patients records to see if she had a history, she did not.
I would usually just call the nurse and give them the critical, but I wanted to be sure of my results so I called the ER doc. I discussed the case with him for a while and released the result.
By what I saw under the scope and the high white cell count, she has an acute leukemia. Her life as she knew it is over. Depending on the leukemia type, her life may be over.
In ten minutes I reported a result that will be devastating to her and her family. It’s my job, but it’s a part I hate. I cannot even imagine how the physician feels having to tell the patient.