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 pain,

To soften the blow, like gentle rain.

A deep empathy, a wellspring of care,

Flows through the doctor, beyond compare.

For within them, a sorrow resides,

That fate has dealt this painful stride.

The doctor knows the power of words,

How they can heal, or be used like swords.

With utmost care, they chose each phrase,

To soften the blow, to offer solace.

They enter the room, a calming presence,

A beacon of hope, a guiding essence.

With gentle touch and compassionate eyes,

They offer comfort, as the patient cries.

"I'm so sorry," the doctor begins to say,

A heavy weight, they cannot sway.

Their voice trembles, filled with regret,

For the pain that the patient must now beget.

But in their sorrow, a strength emerges,

To be a pillar, as the patient surges.

To offer support, a listening ear,

To hold their hand, to wipe each tear.

For in this moment, the doctor knows,

That healing begins, where empathy flows.

To be there, fully present, in their plight,

To offer comfort, to bring some light.

And though the news may be hard to bear,

The doctor's compassion, shows they care.

For they took an oath, a vow was made,

To walk beside their patients, in any phase.

So, to the doctor, with bad news to communicate

May your passion for your work never begins fade.

In delivering news, both good and bad,

May your presence bring comfort, as a patient breathes their last.