Understand death has no use for time.
No time is any better, any worse.
Cancel twenty years or eighty-nine,
Love's a loss one cannot reimburse.
Each of us lives for an eternity,
Dying only after our forever.
Early or late, we vanish equally,
All unconscious of the ties we severe,
No longer either separate or together
I saw a patient of Bronchogenic Ca(lung cancer) today. when i first entered the room to accompany my fren clerking the case, there was this chinese MO, standing with the family members. he is breaking the news. and he did it the way it should be, with empathy,and looking all professional about it. i was gawking at him,with awe. coz, i imagined myself in his shoes(though i must say his shoes must be wayyy to big for me as i wear a size 4 only) and i think i wont be able to do it half as good as he did. yeah, coz of my emotion. my emotions always fail me.i am an emotional gal, i feel strongly for most of things. though some of u strangers might feel i doesn't look like one. but i am, i am no heartless insensitive goat. i know we are taught this in med school - to show empathy,not sympathy, towards our patient. but, at times i do find it diffilcult not to differ, and to draw lines between those two. sometimes, i found tears welling behind my eyes when i look at my chronically ill patients. sometimes, i feel like weeping for them, for all the sufferings and hardship they are going through. they are the booster when my spirit dying off, when i feel like giving up. when i feel down when my lecturers scolded or chased me out into the corridor(well,not me alone..most of my groupmates do get chased out). yeah, they are the source of my strength. the simple thank yous and smile they gave always lighten up my day.
and this chinese patient, whom i was referring to, is having stage 3b of lung ca. which is the second last stage of the disease. they wont be treating him with surgery, as u see, almost the whole of left lung is involved. and u cant remove the whole lung. so, they are giving him what we call palliative treatment, just to improve his quality of life, for the remaining years or months or days that is left. but knowing the nature of disease, obviously he wont make it long. the truth is staring brazenly at him and the family members - he's gonna die. time is running short for him, and for the family. he is taking it all in a stride,very calmly and listening to the dr quietly.when i glanced up, on the dressing table,i saw a self-made white papercard with a picture of a org lidi lying on a bed,with a large bold letters saying -TO GRANDPA,GET WELL SOON. i instantly feel the emotion rushed and surfaced. i supressed it, but looking at him again, i feel sad. i was thinking of his grandchildren. it must be hard for his loved ones to accept the fact. but, it happens to everyone. each and every of us will suffer loss, and will be lost.
however,by the end of the day. i learnt one lesson - to savour each heartbeats, to do good while i am able too, to appreciate the ones that loves me, to thank god for what i have everyday.
i am no god, i can never cure, but at least, i can try to make a difference in my patients life, with the skills and knowledge that i am bound to have. before i take in the hippocratic oath(which i hope will be in feb next year), i swear in the names of god, that i will work hard, earn my degree ,but not forgetting my humanity. my patients are not objects,they are human.