Before the words, my hands grow cold,

The weight of truth, so hard to hold.

A heart, unsure, but trained to speak,

A voice that trembles, yet must be weak.

What will they hear? What will they feel?

How will I make their sorrow real?

The room is heavy, filled with air,

A silence thick with silent prayer.

Good news, I hope, a brighter day—

Or words of loss, too hard to say. ...

Doctor doctor, I don’t feel well, I have this pain and it just won’t go away.

Well well Dawn, we must take some bloods and see what is wrong.

Okay doctor, please organise the tests. I will see you in a few days.

Dawn, I’m afraid I have some bad news. This isn’t simple and light, please take a deep breath and when you’re ready I will tell you.

I am ready doctor, please tell me, I have my par...

Delivering the bad news…

What can you really do?

Should I say “I’m sorry”?

Should I say “I tried”?

Everything happens for a reason.

But what could it be this time?

Did this person deserve it?

No. No one deserves this.…

The halls feel empty and dark.

The only thing that made a noise was the clock.

Maybe I could turn back time.

Perhaps I could’ve been something else….

Nope. This is my career and ...

I knew what God was capable of before the doctor arrived. I never doubted that He would see me through. My faith in Him remains unwavering, even in uncertain times. Trusting in God always provides us with the strength we need, which comes from above. Prayer, repentance, and facing reality should always be priorities before undergoing any surgery. But it was taken too long and that’s what was worry...

Please

You already

Know the

Answer

Three months

Not that long

Your family in the room

I’m sorry

His heart sinks

As he falls down

Into a depression

So much to live for

And so less time

Live to the fullest

While you still

Have time...

As I walk through the hospital to the little boy’s room, I wonder if he will like me after this. Of course, it is not my fault, but sometimes six-year-olds don’t think this way.

I try to maintain my composure as I walk into the room. His mother sits nervously in the chair by the bed. Recently, while eating out, the boy felt sick, collapsed, and was brought to the hospital. He is better, but he is...

They sit there, hands clench around each others

As if they are the others lifeboat, keeping them from drowning in their feelings.

Straighten the spine

Deep breath

Shoulder back

Walk.

They notice me out of the corner of their eyes

Before I say anything.

The rush me, asking questions

Wanting to make me their lifeboat.

I can’t be their lifeboat, though.

It’s not good, I’m sorry.

They crumple ba...

Nothing can compare,

To the view of a families despair.

Telling them bad news,

Is nothing you get used to.

This part of the job,

Your emotions it will rob.

Keeping a straight face and being neutral,

Whilst delivering news that’s far too brutal.

Being this professional,

Can sometimes seem questionable.

People asking why,

As they try not to cry.

You think your used to death,

But every time you te...

In the realm of healing's sacred art,

A doctor stands, with heavy heart.

A task awaits, a burden to bear,

To deliver news, a weight to share.

Before the moment, stress takes hold,

A mix of emotions, stories untold.

The weight of responsibility, immense,

To bring solace, to offer defense.

With trembling hands and furrowed brow,

The doctor ponders, wonders how,

To comfort the patient, ease their p...

My favorite patient is dying,

But how do I tell her that?

How do I tell her she has six months?

Why do I have to be the bearer of bad news?

I know I’ve done this a thousand times,

But I can’t bring myself to do it right now.

“Can I take a minute?” I ask my supervisor

He sees my troubled expression on my face

He puts a hand on my shoulder, but I shrug.

Before he can answer, I go into the restroom...