Tears

I, along with a few in my team cried today. At work. Towards the end of a family meeting.

My role was to explained to Mr T, a non-resident who's been here for many years, and his family, that his immediate short term prognosis is grave. That there is no immediate cure to his cancer. Because he is not a resident, we're limited in how we can treat, and support him.

I, along with the rest of the team, all managed to "keep our cool", until Mr T, a Tongan man who, still have all his mental facilities intact, graciously thanked us for what we have done.

We were moved, genuinely moved by his generosity. For we have done so little. Our tears may also be an indictment to the care our dying patient receives.