“Is there nothing else that can be done?”
I hear the plea in their voices, I see the desperation
In their eyes as I try to have this difficult conversation
In this miserable, tragic situation
I am not the treating physician but I happen to be
The one medically literate person in the family
The prognosis given by the treating team is dismal
It is hard for loved ones to grapple with this reality abysmal
I have tried to reach out to experts that I know
For my efforts, I have nothing positive to show
My medical training also tells me their physician is right
Unfortunately there is no tool left with which they can fight…
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I feel torn between reason and emotion
I wish there existed a magical potion,
An experimental drug, a novel therapy
A medication that could work serendipitously
But I know we are just in the bargaining stage of grieving
Desperate to ensure no stone unturned we are leaving..
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Dealing with impending death of a loved one
Is the hardest thing to do, knowing that a hideous disease has won
The battle in a young person causes excruciating pain
It feels like all efforts and prayers have been in vain
There is no alternative but to come to terms with reality in the end
A grim reminder of the limit to which human influence can extend..
Passion...unbridled 