Lalka_Travilaf, 12 мая 2018 г., 20:20
I have a lot of surgeries on my shoulders. Sometimes you can save a patient, sometimes you can't. The most difficult thing is to inform relatives about the death of a person. Sometimes I feel like I'm burning out, but I can't quit my job. My parents always taught me help people, regardless of the severity of the situation. Relatives often curse the doctor who could not save the patient. I've been cursed dozens of times. But I can't save everyone! Not because I don't want to, I just can't. I'm human. Mortal and weak. Thursday night promised to be quiet, but here we bring the child. Damage to the brain and spinal cord as a result of a traffic accident. While medical (operating) sisters are preparing the operating room, doctors, and I am also preparing for the operation. Preparing still and morally. The boy's parents waiting in the hallway. The mother is crying, father is trying to support it. Hastily asking one of his colleagues about the incident before the arrival of the badly injured child. The boy walked near the road, when the driver of the car lost control, flew to the sidewalk and knocked the boy. Six and a half hours at the operating table were in vain. I was honestly trying to help him. My colleagues who took part in the operation, only puzzled bred hands. They tried not to show their regret, even though I knew it was hard for them. But the chances of saving the boy's life were minimal. When children die, the doctor is especially difficult to tolerate emotional tension. But this is only half of the trouble, now we need to say about it to relatives. Moment of truth. I'm walking down the hall to tell my parents about the death of their child. Here they sit and wait. Sorry, I did everything I could, but couldn't help him - sadly I said. The mother is crying and in hysterics, my father's face lost the deathly pale look goes somewhere to the side. A moment later, dad casually asked: - Doctor, he couldn't be saved? - Unfortunately... - what else could I say? - Thanks for trying... - they moved and sat down on the coming chairs. Thank you for not blaming me.. Author: Me.
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