The other doctor was Asian too, but he had such sad eyes.
I said to him, don’t look at me with your sad eyes.
See mum, he just told me really bad news, but he did it in a gentle fashion.
That’s the difference compared to the hospital doctors.
He sat down, talked to me, we had some laughs.
He prepared me for the bad news and then delivered it, and didn’t run away.
Sat right in front of me, asked me if I had any questions.
The others sort of threw the bad news at me, and then ran out of the room as if they’ve just thrown in a grenade.
Danger, danger, gotta get out before it explodes.
Hot potato, pass it on, quickly or you’ll burn your hands.
I can handle the bad news, I’ve had plenty of it. Where’s the respect, you just tell me the worst thing in the world, and then you run off as if you are the one who is hurting?Continue reading