Hospitals as a haven for preserving life
Death comes for us all. An inevitable part of humanity. For some quicker than others. The lucky few are preserved in hospitals. Places to receive care and bounce back from dire troubles. A compensated metric for the destitute. Hospitals are sanctuary for the ill and doctors their healers. The science of god bestowed upon mortals to carry out divine power. The ability to save the pained from certain end. These havens are a passageway to the end or back into society. Funnelling patients through like cows at a slaughterhouse. The doctor’s goal is to save the patient, the hospital’s goal is to house them. To present the doctors with the environment to do their work. Yet this environment is limited in its mortal capacity. Patients die in doctor’s arms. There is only so much that can be done. Patients slip away from the hospital’s protection.
Unsaved patients fall into two groups: the dead and the treated. The treated in slim margins can be cured. The cancerous can overcome this but only in the low stages. Promised hope and doctoral diligence extends to prolong life. Doctors wish for their patients to live. They believe that is patients ultimate goal. They cure those whose wounds are operable. Mildly recognising the desire to be back with one’s family. The healed are spit back out after a few days. They are temporary residents. They are on a step by step plan to discharge. Not all patients fall into this category. The treated have a sliver possibility of emerging. They may respond well to the medication. It is a gamble but a reassured one. The hospital is a place of peace and healing. It can be done inside. Treated with hope of salvation.
Chemo is a dangerous drug but a traditional response to cancer. The side effects of the poison streaming into the body destabilise. The hospital dedicates a wing for these folk who are tethered to their beds. Their condition has prompted the hospital to react decisively with poison to save them. The hospital houses the ill to provide round the clock care. To ensure that the patient receives the care on time every day. A detrimental process with a hopeful result. The treatment is risky but necessary to push back the cancerous cells. To overcome the odds is to take the seemingly inverted poison. A treatment measured by its efficacy to save but also its potential failure. Not everyone responds well to the chemo. It is more than a few pills a day but a progression of demented testing. Hospitalisation is the key to maintaining rhythm and consistency.
Other treatments are guesswork. Incurable diseases possess the worst kind of future. The hospital continues to work to provide the care to keep the patient alive. Doctors work tirelessly for the patient’s perpetuity. Sitting in the hospital with the end in sight. Whether or not it is a few weeks or a few years, it is inevitable. The unfortunate condition is destabilising enough to warrant bed rest. Fighting to potentially reverse the crime of a shortened life. The hospital is a place to keep trying. A place of non-concession. The chemo patient believes in the process. If he sticks to the regimen he will survive. The hospital is a place of hope, of possibility. An institution to continuously avoid death. A place where patient life is preserved beyond all else. Where anything is tried to conserve their immorality.
Justifiably so, life support victims stay alert in hospitals. Family members keep the patient alive through a machine. It is the only place they can be alive. Doctors cannot pull the plug. They cannot assist in killing a patient no matter how much they beg. The Hippocratic oath holds true. Dogmatically tying them to their word. The oath reflects the hospital’s commitment to preserving life. Patients do die in hospitals incidentally and accidentally but the intentionality is voided. Hospitals are sued for improper care. Keeping alive is the fundamental goal and necessity of its foundation. Life support is but the most ironic and realistic implementations of the base value. The hope that one day the patient will wake up. Not ready to give up, afraid of death. That is the hospital a life-filled motto.
Dead patients die under hospital care. Including those who have not died yet will die under hospital care. Terminal patients may stay in the hospital out of hope or comfort. Yet many will decide to go home. Spending their last moments with family. There is nothing anyone can do. The hospital has failed them. Not out of malice but reality. There is much more to medicine that is still unknown. Terminal patients accept their fate and return home. The hospital cannot preserve their life. They are lifeless yet life-filled. Destiny has intervened and doctors accept defeat. Ending bypass terminates life. The familial decision is not light but it is the final step before taking the loved one to be mourned and buried. His life preserved until the very end. Life is preserved inside the halls of the hospital. Stepping outside opens a world of danger and acceptance. Exiting the hospital cured or terminal is moving into the world of the death. The final coffin realised in the unmovable unknown.
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