Rush...

We rushed to the ER.
It was busy as usual, there were some patients on spinal boards, a transferred patient with head bandaged which appeared like a mess of bandages - spot diagnosis of trauma, a CPR, and on the illuminator there was a classic biconvex EDH. And there was me with my close patient.

This place was familiar to me.
I can remember 3 close patients for whom I were here.
Those moments are the most difficult for us, not that we don't care other patients, but these ones are our personal relations, with whom we grew for decades.
And we sometimes have to make decisions about them.
At first we have to understand that this is a bad pathology, which will have poor prognosis.
And then we have to explain that to the kin who are totally alien to these matters, waiting with wet eyes and hopes.
When it comes to so called ethical dilemmas, which are anyway dilemmas, they comes with added weight the "close - own" part.

These are helpless moments, a cancer surgeon can not save his mother with a deadly cancer, a cardiologist can not save a person with a massive heart attack. So we sometimes freeze for a while, and rush to the hospital as we did. Then we expect our colleagues to help us to make decisions.

Then we drive back, now slowly, with some sighs and discussions about the thing just happened. These things never ends until all your loved ones or you're gone.
Till then we should help others to make decisions about there loved ones.
The sun was setting.