February 27, 2012
-
returns….
My heart was broken today. A former patient returned to surgery. He was once a cooing, babbling 2 month old. Now he’s an unresponsive three month old. I fought tears while I stroked his soft cheek. His mother remembered me. I told her that I’d take good care of her boy.
I always do.
Sometimes, babies get sicker and slip away. I touch his limp hands and stroke his hair. He opens dull and sightless eyes.
My heart breaks…
