the hospital breaks my heart daily
there’s not a day that goes by that I fail to think about the hospital. the floor full of sick & dying patients. no more than 25% of the people I take care of will survive the next few years. the hardest part isn’t necessarily watching the patients and families come to terms with their illness and/or health decline; it’s realizing I only have a matter of time before I will begin to accumulate illnesses. only a matter of time before I suffer in the same way that my patients do. i could walk away from the hospital on a daily basis and convince myself that I am infinite, but honestly, i am no different from my patients. between the scar on my stomach & the lump on my neck, i am constantly reminded that i will fight many battles in the years to come.
my youth is truly something to be retained & cherished. my freedom is something to be valued.
