I'm glad it's not cancer.

You are right. In the medical profession we don't know how to talk to others (I mean, if you push me I think that we have all -humans- turn into extremely self centered beings and we may cry to death when we lost our favorite pen and not care when someone's loved one dies).

I was going to say something in the line of how hard is to get people to really grasp the seriousness of their diagnosis. And as I write this I think that even completely curable diseases can be devastating to people. They may eat their finances to the point of no return. Enough to stress anyone.

One of my favorite patients has been in the hospital now for almost two months, since well before Christmas. I don't know exactly how he is doing, I haven't care for him in a while, but I hate to imagine the bill even if he survives. No Gofundme account will pay for that.

And then, are we positive? Us, the ones working at the hospital?

Maybe the middle age oral surgeon or dentist who is not yet old enough as to get his first colonoscopy. But the nurse? Why do we preach the gospel of positivity? I mean, that gospel has only brought positivity to their preachers.

Personally, let me know the Titanic is sinking and there are no more life boats. I hope I can enjoy the view of the iceberg but my body shivers. But I am probably in the boats, watching the ship go down.

We should all go up the mountain and scream. I'll join you there soon.

Pablo