After a week that was, I did not fail my exam so that’s a plus.
I’m having trouble coping with the idea of my aunt’s body in the cargo hold of an airplane currently over the Atlantic somewhere. For a person who gave love so willingly, and always looked past the faults of everyone, she died without dignity. She died several thousand miles away from home, and a little over one hundred miles from her second home.
Compounding this is the fact that this particular chapter in my class is dealing with acid base imbalances – I’m having some difficulty separating the clinical aspects from the reality a few days removed. Perhaps that’s a good thing – I thought my humanity was beaten out of me after that day in the OR.
No matter what our differences were, we all made that trip to see her go. And that does make it easier to deal. And even those who didn’t go contributed in some way. We all came together, and that makes me glad.
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