Continuing with yesterday’s email from an English prof, I have found a few poems related to medicine that I vividly remember writing.
I remember writing this when I realized that that I could never be a paediatrician. When I first thought of becoming a doctor, I thought of being a paediatrician because I did like working with young people. Once I had completed a rotation in paediatrics, however, I realized that it would be too difficult for me to care for children who were very sick.
I was disappointed in myself that I did not have the fortitude that this work required. This poem was the result. I never gave this poem a title. I’m not good at titles.
this hospital bed is no place
for you –
and you know it!
Weak as you are,
You clutch an old doll
And try to get over the rail.
would like to help you over
and run away
but instead I’ll rock you
and, later, when you’ve fallen asleep,
I’ll put you back in bed.
Someday, when I have the courage,
We’ll both run away.
(This is Caitlin, when she was a small child. I would have helped her run away. I have so much admiration for paediatricians – and children.)