Views:691 | By: Isaac It was my dream, as it had always been I always longed for this, the time patients could put their trust in God but some of it in me. Maybe this was all because I thought I had a strong heart like that of my mum, an icon of inspiration, a woman who always encouraged me to do this, to push on with my dreams of becoming a doctor. Maybe she had thought of me prescribing some medications for her even if it is a painkiller.
This hit differently when I landed in the ward, how could I stand to watch my patients some of which we had already created rapport with going in and out of theatre, some dead, some about to die and there were those who recovered despite of the hard experience. Leave alone the surgical cases, medical ones turned me off, this made me think otherwise and dare to run away, to deny the course I was doing as it had started instilling fear in me out of nothing.
It dawned on me that this was all I chose, this was what I longed for and this was what I always dreamt of, but not exactly what I was doing.
But all in all what mattered much on me,is the name doctor, as my patients and their relatives always addressed me............

To be continued....