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I lost a patient today. Not really my patient anymore. But you know how patients will always be your patients even when u change units, hospitals, countries. 28 yrs old. Diagnosis stumped everyone. This is the part of medicine that sucks. Heads of every department involved were called to review and still, no definite diagnosis could be made. Nothing added up. Nothing made sense. It confused the most experienced doctors. Every time this happens, there is a feeling of what else could have been done. You rehearse every step, every decision, every symptom and at the end, you come up empty. Cos you are not God. Still this is sad. I'm the type of doctor, I can't help it, I bond with my patients and their families. He was no different. His mom became the smiling, though worried face I saw every time I got to work and every time I was leaving. Yes, she was there, all day, every day. She told me a few days ago, with eyes wide "Doc, this is my only son oh" I said I know, it

Hi Everybody I have loved writing ever since I can remember. That's partly why I started this blog. But as life happens, we often get carried away by the troubles and schedules of life, and eventually we forget our first love. Next, we worry. Bout what to write, when to write it and how to write it. Then we worry bout who will read it, who will appreciate it, who will validate it. Atleast these happened to me. I was never happy at how I abandoned one of my greatest loves-writing-so unceremoniously. I was too ashamed to return especially cos everytime I tried to start I was weighed down by guilt and the silent loneliness in the blog. Many times my sister would say "blog about whatever it is you love, you can't go wrong with being honest, you don't have to go celebrity blogging cos its popular, do you" And finally, I'm here to do what I love. I hope you will come along with me on this journey cos frankly Its comforting to have friends, albeit cyber frien