"Mommy, mommy, I am sick! Call the doctor very quick!"
Doctors. They save lives. They change lives. Twenty years ago, a family could have lost their first born if not of the doctors who tried to save the life of their precious son. My friend was declared clinically dead after he was born. But through the hope and persistence of the doctors that the baby still have a chance of breathing his first gasp for air, they tried to revive the mother’s offspring. And now, my friend had been a blessing to his family, being loved and taken cared of.
Another child could have cried a pail of tears if one day, he just woke up finding his father dead. Without his knowledge, his father was confined to a hospital because of dengue. He was not informed by his family that his father’s life was already at stake, but because of the doctors, another life was saved again. Another family still complete.
These are just two cases of lives, and families who are saved and changed. Doctors signify renewal and chance to start all over again. But what happens when they fail in saving lives and opening windows for renewal and chances? Can they live with the guilt that a life was lost because of their failure?
Every doctor must have made (?) to accept the burden of their responsibility as caretakers of life and wellness. Their obligation exceeds the call of their profession. It’s not anymore about making a living but making people live their lives and change the course of their journey towards renewal. However, their profession does not promise that they can cure and save everyone. They are there to give CHANCES - not a GUARANTEE.
Medical practitioners have to detach themselves and to avoid being involved personally. Investing emotions
on their profession would literally drive them crazy because they have
multiple patients to care for. Getting upset for an inevitable failure
of making the natural thing (death) impossible would deprive the other patients of the care a doctor could have given them. The thoughts and judgment of an emotionally burdened doctor or practitioner can become clouded. Therefore, their other patients are robbed of what is due to them.
I’ve got the chance to find the answers to my thoughts through talking to medical practitioners and ordinary folks. An 18-year old practicing student says "Let the dead go, or else you are of NO USE to the living". He experienced greater confusion, much more beyond depression, after realizing they just lost the life of a "real live man" whom they spent six hours in the room, trying to fight death off him.
I found these lines as I try to understand the different perceptions of people about doctors failing in their objective:
"The best of medicine is no guarantee against death. Eventually, everybody dies. This does not mean we don’t do our VERY BEST to keep people alive who can be kept alive, but once our best has failed, we need to RESET. We need to ALLOW the natural to happen. We need to ABSOLVE ourselves from trying to change the impossible. We need to FORGIVE ourselves for any mistakes we might have made. We need to STRENGTHEN ourselves to go on and be of use to the next patient. We need to learn to DISCONNECT and get a DISTANCE from our normal emotions in order to continue to be of service."
Now, as ordinary folks, we are all made to understand that their putting on the line more of what we think they do. They are not machines. They know failures. They know frustrations. They are humans called to a vocation of renewing lives, giving chances.
- To the Doctors who saved lives. - To the Patients who were given the chance. - To the Families who are hoping.- Best regards.