A tinge of sadness
It is, obviously, sad and difficult to lose a loved one. People we love leave us behind and we don't have them here to love or to love us any longer. I was feeling upset when i entered the operating theatre this morning to collect tissue from the patient. It sounded horrfiying but it was part of my job so no choice. It took me quite some time to wear the gowns, caps and shoes. I followed my colleague to the operation room. I was traumatised upon seeing a naked madam lying on the bed. The mastectomy ended and nurses were packing her. She had her right breast removed due to cancer. We collected the breast tissue in ice box and proceeded to the histology lab to get the pathologist to trim the tissue. Somehow the scene was disturbing enough that I couldn't bring myself to eat my lunch. Though the removed tissue was bloody red and in a mess, i still find it okay. The unconscious lady with stitches on her breast area has evoked sadness and sympathy. Humans are fragile too.
