This was written the morning after a particularly emotional night shift on my Obstetrics and Gynaecology rotation. Some patients stay with me longer than others, and I have thought often about the woman this was written about. Writing is one way I choose to process some of the tough everyday situations we face in medicine.
A Miscarriage on Mother’s Day
Irony stalks down the corridor with her shoulders slumped,
Dragging her trumpet along the linoleum;
An ugly grimace shows her sharp teeth.
Grief arrives in a rush, blowing the window open;
It can often be gusty here.
Motherhood comes to the door and asks after you,
I tell her that visiting hours are over.
Sentiment loiters in the waiting room
then leaves, red-faced with shame.
Hope makes a mad dash to the airport
To catch you before you board the plane.
– Nadia Ali
I am a sixth year medical student at the University of Auckland and (all going well) will be graduating in November 2016.