Mortality and the (future) Surgeon
I am privileged.
In a span of 3 months I have watched a fellow human being take his very first breath into this world and watched another take his last
I have reached my hands into the womb and come out full of life, all 8lbs 4oz of it
I have stared at the face of death, seen the Grim Reaper earn his pay, taking soul after soul with his scythe like a farmer at harvest
I can laugh with families in their joy, but why can’t I cry with them in their sorrow?
I am faced with a dilemma, whether or not to share, suppress or suspend my human feelings for dying patients.
Am I broken? ...I pray that I am not.
I can only hope that my body knows to protect me from the recidivism of sorrow.
As I come closer to self-actualization, the far-fetched goal of becoming a physician, I find myself choosing sympathy over empathy.
I refuse to call death a friend.
Year in Medical School: MS4
Grew up: Nairobi, Kenya via Lancaster, Pennsylvania
College Attended: York College of Pennsylvania
Favorite Quote: "non scholae sed vitae discimus" ...Learn not for school, but for life.
- Inverted from a quote by the Roman Philosopher Seneca, and perpetuated by the revered Dr. James Johnson
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