The hardest part of the profession

The hardest part of this profession - letting go

When colleagues and seniors tell you that it's something that you will eventually get used to, I wonder how true it is. Of course, itz true that things dont stop when one patient passes on. Life still goes on. The room gets cleaned and before you know it, you have a new patient admitted there waiting for you to clerk. At most you mourn silently for a few seconds and then u go about your daily work. And over breakfast or lunch, you talk about how it happened and if anything could have been done to change the outcome of things.

But every now and then you come across someone who means more than just another patient. For some reason, you give them the extra bit of attention, the extra bit of care.
And itz even harder letting go of such patients.....

I had hopes for him even though I saw him last at a stage when he was on his way on the path of no return. Oh well, some things are really beyond you. At least he doesnt have to suffer anymore......

Letting go

I have never felt so helpless before.

Standing there, not being able to do anything but watch as the candle melts away, as every gasp of breath comes with such effort......

Life is just so fragile.....

நினைவாஞ்சலி

ஒரு வருடம் உருண்டோடி விட்டது.

என்னவோ நேற்று நடந்தது போல் இருக்கிறது.

கண்களை மூடினால், இன்னும் எல்லாம் நிழல் படம் போல் ஓடுகிறது.....

இந்த ஒரு வருடத்தில் தான் எத்தனை மாற்றங்கள்?

எது மாறினாலும் உன் புன்னகை என்றும் என் நினைவிலிருந்து மாறாது.