Comfort Care
Death does not thrill me anymore. I am a trauma surgeon extraordinaire! The patient had suffered a traumatic brain injury and has struggled for weeks. He is only 16. Today the family decided to make him ‘comfort care” I was at the end of my call, exhausted, drained of all energy looked out of the ICU window and saw the fading rain and the city lights. Somehow reminded me of a precious life ebbing away and I burst into a silent scream. I am still human
