Once, very long ago, I worked in a large clinical department, most of the nurses were women and a lot of the doctors were men.
I felt really unwell as the shift progressed but as I was in charge of an area I ploughed on (as nurses do all the time) to ensure patients were cared for and other more junior staff were getting breaks etc. I felt worse and worse, had lower abdominal pain and a general sense of things not being right. Then I started bleeding. Heavily.
I was pregnant but didn't know it, and had a miscarriage with complications. Very publicly, at work.
It was a very long time ago now, but even now thinking about it I feel emotional at the level of care I received from colleagues. The male members of staff melted away, the female staff stepped up. I was shielded, my privacy and tattered dignity paramount.
Finding out I was pregnant and not pregnant all at the same time, bleeding all through my uniform, gasping due to pain and shock and yet every other person there did what they could to make it less public, less humiliating, less upsetting.
Nobody every discussed it, brought it up or mentioned it to me in the years we worked together after that. My confidentiality was protected.
Just what you'd hope and expect from professional, trained health care staff.