“In the operating room,
bordered by its crisp white walls
and identified by the smell of alcohol
and artificial fluorescent light too white and bright it takes a few seconds for our natural human eyes to adjust.
This artificial setting
as a new learner not yet fully indoctrinated to this professional calling.
Where it can feel like our medical institution
does everything it can to make us forget
of the warm body breathing, heart beating, neurons synapsing, blood flowing, and loved ones anticipating
we put drapes around the sterile field to block view of the patient’s face,
we speak in anatomical lingo, so far removed from everyday syntax-
it is not the “womb” but the “uterus” that we must cut through to deliver the fetus;
and it is not a mother, father, daughter, son, partner, teacher, construction worker
lying in front of us
but it’s “patient”.
However, a surgeon must never forget
of the reflection that coexists under those fluorescent haze
that their responsibility is to more than just the uterus or the patient,
but to the human relation
that we must cure sometimes, treat often, and comfort always.”