The kids

Medicine has always been thrilling to me, be it internal medicine or paediatrics.

However, in internal medicine, almost half of the patients in the ward are there due to self-inflicted damages. You see people with chronic obstructive pulmonary disease due to chronic smoking. Chronic liver disease due to alcoholism. Uncontrolled type 2 diabetes mellitus. Sexually transmitted infections. AIDS.

However, in paediatrics, the picture is rather different. Stanley had biliary atresia and his liver is now cirrhotic although surgery had been done. For some reason, his mother refused to let Stanley undergo liver transplant though she knew that's the only option available to increase the lifespan of Stanley and without which his liver would definitely fail. She spoke to me so nonchalantly which reflected her courage and readiness for whatever that might come. I turned to look at Stanley. He shot a handsome smile as if he had lived his life to its fullest and didn't seem to be afraid of death.

There's another adorable girl with end-stage renal failure secondary to late cresenteric glomerulonephritis. The puffy girl with lupus nephritis who looked so depressed as a result of long-term steroid therapy. The constantly centrally cyanotic girl with pulmonary atresia whose mother declined to have her heart lesions surgically corrected.

The children are deprived of so many things in life that I've taken for granted. I don't know how they cope with their illnesses as such a tender age. It's sorta saddening to look at their angelical faces under which lie the suffering and torment only their mothers can understand.