Hospice Reflective Report

Satisfactory Essays
It was here in the hospice that I realized that as joyful as medicine is, I have experienced the bleaker aspect of this field as well. I assisted in stitching wounds and tending to patients through cleaning them and assist in procedures to remedy their pain. The true test of my capabilities was when I did a postmortem on an individual who resembled my grandmother. I still recall breaking down into tears in that hospice on the day my grandmother passed away, and a nurse calmed me. The experience was mortifying, but I had to move forward. Now it was a reversal in roles where I maintained my own composure, and talked to the girl who faced this terrible news. It was a clear reality that medicine has never been simply “clean” or “elegant.” From
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