She Is Raging
Refugee
For those of you who live in the boston area, you may have read about this in the paper.
As some of you may know... I'm a NICU nurse in boston. Last week, one of our attending neonatologists (who was only 51)was killed riding his bike to work. A garbage truck turned quickly in front of him, he lost control of his bike and got crushed under the wheels. I was on vacation at the time, reading the paper when I suddenly turned the page and saw his face smiling out, with the horrible story of what had happened. I was immediately very upset at the loss of this wonderful man, I cant even begin to explain what a loss this is. This man was the so brilliant and smart, a wonderful mentor, one of the few doctors I've come in contact with that would always take the time to answer your questions or sit down and discuss anything you needed to talk about. Today was my first day back to work after my vacation... and it was just awful. It's unreal how different things feel there without him there.
It just is so scary how quickly and suddenly this man was taken from us. I still dont think it has totally hit me. I've worked very closely with him on several patients and keep finding myself thinking of him and how helpful and smart he was, and his dry sense of humor - making funny comments like how he always knew who my patients were because the cribs were raised up so high to be at my eye level since I'm tall, stupid but funny things like that. It's just so devastating. I cant remember the last time I was this affected by someones death. It makes me afraid of my own mortality... how someone who was so important inthe lives of so many people could be taken like this so quickly.. Not to say taht one person deserves to die before another... it just makes you questions these kinds of matters. Just picture like a wise man who runs a village suddenly dying... and his followers dont know what to do for a while until they come to grips from losing their leader. I know it sounds corny but I'm just so distraught over all this.... life just isnt fair sometimes.
As some of you may know... I'm a NICU nurse in boston. Last week, one of our attending neonatologists (who was only 51)was killed riding his bike to work. A garbage truck turned quickly in front of him, he lost control of his bike and got crushed under the wheels. I was on vacation at the time, reading the paper when I suddenly turned the page and saw his face smiling out, with the horrible story of what had happened. I was immediately very upset at the loss of this wonderful man, I cant even begin to explain what a loss this is. This man was the so brilliant and smart, a wonderful mentor, one of the few doctors I've come in contact with that would always take the time to answer your questions or sit down and discuss anything you needed to talk about. Today was my first day back to work after my vacation... and it was just awful. It's unreal how different things feel there without him there.
It just is so scary how quickly and suddenly this man was taken from us. I still dont think it has totally hit me. I've worked very closely with him on several patients and keep finding myself thinking of him and how helpful and smart he was, and his dry sense of humor - making funny comments like how he always knew who my patients were because the cribs were raised up so high to be at my eye level since I'm tall, stupid but funny things like that. It's just so devastating. I cant remember the last time I was this affected by someones death. It makes me afraid of my own mortality... how someone who was so important inthe lives of so many people could be taken like this so quickly.. Not to say taht one person deserves to die before another... it just makes you questions these kinds of matters. Just picture like a wise man who runs a village suddenly dying... and his followers dont know what to do for a while until they come to grips from losing their leader. I know it sounds corny but I'm just so distraught over all this.... life just isnt fair sometimes.
I really know how you feel right now...I'm going to a funeral Friday for a wonderful kid on what was supposed to be his 17th birthday. The unfairness of it is overwhelming. 
and prayers.
