A little 'sports' medicine miracle.

I had one of the most rewarding nights of my medical career tonight. I delivered the baby of a woman whom I treated for an eating disorder 7 years ago. I remember the day her parents first brought her to see me, the sports medicine specialist. She was so angry. At age 15, she'd had her eating disorder for several years. It had taken a huge toll on her and on her family. Her parents were reaching out for anything that would work. The patient told me she'd eaten nothing for 3 days before her visit, and that I couldn't make her eat. It's intimidating even when a 15-year-old is yelling at you at the top of her lungs. Yet I stood my ground, related the treatment plan, had my nurse draw her blood, and told the girl to come back in a week.