I saw a man today who had recently developed AIDS. Only he did so with probably lymphoma, so the prognosis looks a little bleak, even if he starts HAART. For some reason, his optimism, his little rationalisations and his conviction that a definitive diagnosis would make all the difference all made me feel heartbroken. He showed me his wedding photos. His partner has HIV too, and has been on ARVs for years. He is a lovely man.
It makes me worry that medicine is not the career for me. I am going to spend so much time heartbroken.
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