it will end
Thursday, January 10, 2013,
one of the session i have during my primary care medicine posting is, a visit to Hospis Malaysia. this is an NGO that helped the terminal ill patients. it's part of palliative care. all of us were sent to different houses to see the managements for diff kinds of illness. most of the patients are stage 4 cancer patients.
one of the home i went, it was a lady, in her late 60's. she was lying there on the bed, looking really cachexic and ill. it looked, as if she's tired of the battle. i cant imagine the pain, the suffering. while the nurse was busy explaining her condition to her family, i cant help running my eyes through-out the room, scanning and analysing. there, at one corner of the room, was a picture of a pretty lady, maybe in her early 20, looking so stunning in her saree. i cant figure out the colour of the saree as the pict was in black-and-white. a relative saw me looking, so she told me, it was the pict of the aunty when she was younger. it kindda struck me, no matter how strong and pretty we are, our time will halt to a stop one day. and none of us have any idea how we will end-up. u might be an energetic, fun, cheerful lad today, but u never know how u will age. or will u?
to me, the visit was a depressing moment, besides the fact that it opened up my eyes into a new perspectives. it's hard enough to see the patient's suffer, but it's harder to hve to tell them tht all we can do, is to give them some meds to ease the pain. they cant be cured. basically, their time is ticking nearly to an end. we r just buying a lil time.
fellow class-mates.
By time. Verily!Man is in loss. Except those who believe (in islamic monotheism) and do righteous good deeds. and recommended one another to the truth, and recomended one another to patience.
this is the thing im grateful to b in medicine. it makes u realised how great Allah is. and how thankful u should b for having the health u have now. what have u done during ur youth? have u make the best out of it? or have u wasted it so much that u r filled more with regrets than triumph?
new past