Nuns
I came across two very old Nuns on wheelchairs in the hospital yesterday. I would assume they would have been around 90 years old. One of them has a Nasogastric tube attached to her face - so I assume both of them were already very old and are nearing the end of their lives. I couldn't quite describe that feeling I get whenever I see people nearing their death. Seeing someone on a wheelchair, gasping for every breath just to be able to stay alive provokes an uneasy feeling I know I would need to overcome if I am to retain my sanity in this career I have chosen.
I think that I still do not have that ability of coming to terms with the concept of suffering and death. Every death that happens around me leaves a stinging feeling - even if I don't know who that person is. My grandparents are very old and I know that my father wouldn't last more than a decade or so - Maybe it is about time that I become more comfortable with it. Day after day, I'm confronted with the fact that we are all bound by our own mortality. I know that eventually I myself will be facing the same circumstances those Nuns have. I guess death doesn't mean the end of our existence, but that doesn't still change the fact that we all suffer and eventually die.
I think that I still do not have that ability of coming to terms with the concept of suffering and death. Every death that happens around me leaves a stinging feeling - even if I don't know who that person is. My grandparents are very old and I know that my father wouldn't last more than a decade or so - Maybe it is about time that I become more comfortable with it. Day after day, I'm confronted with the fact that we are all bound by our own mortality. I know that eventually I myself will be facing the same circumstances those Nuns have. I guess death doesn't mean the end of our existence, but that doesn't still change the fact that we all suffer and eventually die.