Today is my first day in operation theatre. Pediatrics department.
Maybe I should write this so that I won't forget what does it feels. After the 5yo kid falls asleep, and breaths with machine, anaest team let her mother kiss his forehead. I don't know why but that scene got my eyes teary all of sudden. Maybe I am a little bit trauma to hospital bed and ward. I guess I have no heart of a doctor, thankfully I am not.
Sighs.
Memory is somehow unstoppable. All of us were born with some inner strengths I believe. And ofcourse along the lives, with some aches. Some bad dreams. Some ill fated memories. And everyone is struggling the struggles that we don't know. It is always us that have to make up our self, to grow a little bit every day. Not to fall in any. I guess.
Pediatric department teaches me to be thankful a lot. I see handicapped babies, cleft babies, syndrome down kids, congenital heart defect and the lists go on. Some are on medications since child. There are also families whom broke down just because of these beautiful kids, so many untold stories, so many hidden strengths of a delicate heart of mothers and fathers. And the kids themselves.
To live is to fight. To live is to struggle. To live is to be thankful. No matter how painful the memory, look from the bright side. Be thankful. Be thankful. Be thankful. Always. That's how we grow, kan?
Maybe later, if I berezeki, pediatric is a good choice.
:')
Disember, I eat a lot. And feel very me. Maybe because it is disember? Rain? Or peds? Or kids? Oh itsokay, lets grow mentally and physically before moving on to 'hell' next month.
Life is like this.
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