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09/20/2022

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IT’S SAD TO SEE A GROWN MAN CRY – but it’s okay

Not me but a medical resident who I met on rotation recently. One of the nicest guy I ever met, super intelligent and hardworking, and training to be a trauma surgeon by humble as they come. He had been married for 2 years to his wife. One night he gets off a 30 hour call early and heads home to surprise his wife with some flowers and her favorite dessert (it was the anniversary of the day they first met). Only to find her in bed with a random dude.

He was so exhausted and confused, he didn’t know what to do and just left and went back to the hospital. I saw him at 5AM, sitting in the parking lot, hunched over crying. He didn’t even have his phone with him, he was just sitting there. Man, nothing breaks your heart more than seeing a grown man cry, it’s not something you see often. We called his dad up and he came and picked him up, the guy ended up taking a leave from his residency. Turns out, it wasn’t the wife’s first time sleeping around. Hope he gets back on his feet, he will make an amazing physician.

CHOOSE NONE

They told me they could save either my wife or my son.

They were wrong.

We were in bed that morning, I should have gone to work but I was enjoying the moment and stayed in bed with my heavily pregnant wife. We discussed our plans for our son, when I’ll eventually put his crib together and finish the design of the nursery. We laughed non-stop as she mocked me for my constant procrastination.

I got up to go take a bath and she said she’ll join me, In her soft sweet voice. As she approached the bathroom. She slummed and fell. I rushed her to the hospital. I kept praying to God and asking for a miracle.

She was rushed to the ER after a few minutes the doctor came to inform me that she is in a very critical condition, and I must decide which life they should concentrate on saving. Without hesitation, I chose my wife!

I waited for four hours the longest four house of my life, I counted each minute and prayed that the doctor would come to me with good new. Maybe it was fear or my anxiety or maybe my gut just told me, but I knew I had lost my wife and I’ll never meet my baby. I knew this morning was the last time I’ll spend with her, I knew I’ll never hear her sweet voice again, I knew she was gone, I was certain.

Eventually the doctor came, and I wasn’t wrong…

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