So here is something that happened when i was there treating this patient in the ward.
I was standing next to the patient’s bed talking to her and I hear a young woman crying in the ward, in the background. So I turn around, to see a woman cry on a man’s chest who seemed like her father, realizing that a woman infront of them was being resuscitated, who seemed like a mother and a wife to them.
The moment I realised what was happening, I decided to turn around and get back to the conversation that had been left in the midst.. And the moment I did so, the cry in the background all of a sudden spoke a lot more than what words could have, it described the severity of the silence.
Someone was no more..
I take my patients x ray and hold it across the light pretending to read it just to hide those watery eyes, trying to swallow those emotions down the throat, cause shedding tears and expressing human emotions wearing that white coat, wasn’t allowed..
The reason to share this with you all is that I want to convey the fact that inspite of showing as if we don’t care, we really do. We do get affected by what happens because after all we are humans and we have a family too. Its just that after a point some people get immune to those feelings, and some are better in hiding theirs.
So its not our attitude, but the white coat that makes us wear the poker face. And let me tell you, this is the most difficult thing, that we are required to do. As I always say the white coat requires us to hide the human in us.
It’s a pathetic feeling that I get, every time I read the news of a doctor beaten up just because he couldn’t save a human life, but I’ll tell you what we aren’t the ones who decide who lives and who doesn’t. Its God who does.. All I know is that we try our best to use our knowledge that we have acquired over years of study and practice, and it’s quite shameful to realise that its not valued by people.
Doctors are here to help someone live and never to kill. Please respect what they do and believe in them, that they tried their best. And before holding a doctor responsible for a death, take into consideration all that the patient did to value his own life, take into consideration all that a patient did taking his health for granted..
It was never the doctor, it was always the smoke that you let enter your lungs, the alcohol that put inside your stomach by choice, the exercise which you never did, that extra sugar in your cup of tea that you chose to prefer, and not to forget the speed which you increased knowing it could be dangerous, without wearing a helmet.
I hope I made it clear as to who is responsible, for your life and now I feel it isn’t always God but sometimes its you and only you..