MY ONCOLOGIST, A COACH?
The scenario reminded me of something. Geraldine and I were escorted into a small examination room by a nurse. There’s a hospital bed, 3 chairs, a table, a sink, a long cabnet on which there’s a computer and lots of medical equipment and supplies in the drawers. Eventually the Oncologist and her nur
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MY ONCOLOGIST, A COACH?
The scenario reminded me of something. Geraldine and I were escorted into a small examination room by a nurse. There’s a hospital bed, 3 chairs, a table, a sink, a long cabnet on which there’s a computer and lots of medical equipment and supplies in the drawers. Eventually the Oncologist and her nurse assistant arrived. She pulled up a chair to face us. Then we were in a triad. Doctor (Swink), patient (me) and meta-monitor (Geraldine). Ah, I know what it reminds me of—this is just like the triads we set up for Meta-Coaching practice! Ah, maybe my Onocolist is a coach!?
The ‘consultation’ starts off just fine. She asked questions about the situation, she built a little bit of rapport in that she seems genuinely concerned. “How are things going? What’s new? Any pain, falling down, other side-effects? Any questions?” But then things completely shift., no more ‘coaching!’
