the helplessness of my profession.

>The last two months of my residency have opened my eyes to a new reality. Something which so far i have fought and denied. That medicine as we know it today, is still, even after our so called progRESS, IN MANY instances , is stiLL HELPLESS. THERE IS ONLY SO MUCH WE CAN DO FOR A PATIENT. WE EITHER JUST PROLONG THEIR SUFFERING OR MAKE THEM SPEND THEIR LAST FEW DAYS IN THE HOSPITAL WHEN THEY COULD HAVE BEEN AT HOME. WE GIVE THEM HOPE WHEN THERE IS NONE. WE MAKE THEM HOPE FOR A CURE, WHICH DOES NOT EXIST. WE GIVE THEM A LIFE, BUT AT WHAT COST. AT A FINANCIAL BURDEN, EMOTIONAL AND PHYSICAL TRAUMA WHICH NOT ONLY THEY BUT THEIR FAMILIES MUST BEAR. AND AT THE END OF ALL THIS WE STILL GLORIFY IN OUR ROLES AS DOCTORS, AS HEALERS, IN OUR PROFOUND KNOWLEDGE, IN OUR EXCLUSIVE COMMUNITY, WHICH NO ONE CAN ENTER. BUT REALLY DO WE LIVE UPTO IT. ARE WE HEALING? ARE WE CURING? OR WE ARE COMING IN THE WAY OF A NATURAL PROCESS, WHICH IF ALLOWED TO CARRY ON UNHINDERED MAY JUST CONTINUE AND TURN OUT FOR THE BEST. MAYBE WE ARE INTERFERING IN WAYS WHICH DONT ALWAYS LEAD TO THE BEST RESULT. MAYBE INTERVENTION IS NOT ALWAYS THE BEST ACTION. MAYBE WE NEED TO LEARN WHEN TO LET NATURE TAKE ITS COURSE. WHEN TO REALISE OUR INADEQUACIES AND LIMITATIONS, GRACEFULLY.