Where do we go from here?
I think about the patients I've lost, even just recently on my last call. I think about that patient with diffusely metastatic cancer who probably has only months to live. I think about lost friends, YS who was killed in a motorcycle accident on the way to school. Or AK, who had a fatal pulmonary embolism. I think about family; aunt Lian, about Grandpa. God, I miss him- it's been 12 years and I wasn't a man yet, but I'd like to have known him when I was grown up.
I'd like to think that after we close this chapter, after we exhale the very last molecules of CO², we don't simply cease to exist. That we do move into a different existence but yet are aware of the happenings in the world. That Ah Kong is still around, looking down at us.