upper gastrointestinal surgery is a little depressing.
most patients go through months of discomfort before being diagnosed with a devastating, often advanced, disease. they are a shadow of their former selves, no thanks to the tumours which consume every one of their hard-earned calories. the surgeries themselves carry high risk of complications with significant morbidity, while patients with inoperable lesions waste away at an alarming rate.
in the end, not many live for long. it’s hardly rewarding at all.
i wonder if it’s the reason why there’s a less than positive kind of approach to the entire department, despite its optimistic facade.
i wonder how long it will be before my smiles become worn and my patience becomes thin.