I have had my share of people going to the hospitals and then surviving there or not. I have had the misfortune of seeing that glamorous graph go from spikes to a flat line. I have been there and thankfully not as many times as I would care to remember.
One post that I consciously avoided (for sometime) was this one, which as you may have already guessed, I have now read.
I have seen people die due to the sheer negligence of doctors and nurses. At the same time I have had people who have survived form terminal situations due to the attendance and care of doctors and nurses. I have rewound myself from the last rites of a few that I know.
I saw the other side when I read this post. As much as we are careless about our health, they only execute a profession. A while ago, I wrote about how the medical profession is about commercial considerations. To know and believe that there are still those amongst us who care more for patients than the profession, is heartening. It doesn’t guarantee that your loved one will live; it does how ever guarantee that your loved one is in good hands. Death, as you may know, is only manageable, it is not controllable.
In a world that makes money by taking other peoples money, this is a small lamp in a dark cave.
An engineer makes a calculation mistake and the bridges come collapsing down, a politician makes an error in judgement and the world comes to terrorise you. A doctor makes a mistake, and by the sheer notion of close contact and knowing that individual – we are all set to blame and crucify that profession.
Life as it is is a combination of choice and chance as we have lived it. The medical professional operates in the same way as we do; possibly with more ethical compulsions and complications than we tread our daily lives?
Have you ever known and experienced exercising a difficult choice?