A small roach scampered from beneath the laryngoscope blade as I lifted it from the box to place on its handle. It was symbolic of the futility of my efforts to follow.
A 6month old baby had stopped breathing. This following a 5 day illness during which he was treated at a dispensary and brought today to our hospital weakened from his struggle.
Why did this baby die?
Was it because his Mother was poor?
Was it because he was born in one place, not another?
Was something misdiagnosed or inadequately treated early in his illness?
Was it because he had an overwhelming pneumonia with poor defenses to disease?
Was it because I couldn't get a tube in his trachea?
We talk about the burden of disease. What about the burden of sadness?
1 comment:
Don't let the burden of sadness keep you off your path, only God knows the answers to "why"? Keep up the good work and know that you are in our thoughts and prayers on a daily basis...keep blogging, gives me some hope also. ~~~~Leslie
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