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LETTER TO EDITOR
Year : 2020  |  Volume : 26  |  Issue : 3  |  Page : 392

To be there


Department of Oncology, Aster MIMS Kannur, Kannur, Kerala, India

Date of Submission03-Dec-2019
Date of Acceptance31-Dec-2019
Date of Web Publication29-Aug-2020

Correspondence Address:
Sujith Kumar Mullapally
Department of Oncology, ASTER MIMS, Kannur - 670 621, Kerala
India
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Source of Support: None, Conflict of Interest: None


DOI: 10.4103/IJPC.IJPC_193_19

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How to cite this article:
Mullapally SK. To be there. Indian J Palliat Care 2020;26:392

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Mullapally SK. To be there. Indian J Palliat Care [serial online] 2020 [cited 2020 Sep 25];26:392. Available from: http://www.jpalliativecare.com/text.asp?2020/26/3/392/293864




Sir,

The anxious efforts, the need for air,

The harder breaths, the avid despair,

But I know, oxygen, fan and morphine

Your eyes then had blinked with peace serene

The deep pain makes you feel numb,

And a day with it, you may succumb,

But I know, if I can give you some relief,

You will be filled with immense joy, not grief

That you have an ulcer that bleeds,

And there are maggots, on which they feeds,

But I know, dressing well by my soft hands,

Will heal them with the care it demands

The tense abdomen you carry with you,

Fluid out by tapping daily, nothing new,

But I know, as the fluid fills up the bottle,

I have made you again somewhat well

With the tube in nose, you asked that day

From my mouth, will ever food make its way,

And when I said, “sure try to have sips few”

Your small weeps were of ecstasy, I knew

I'm not a hard rock or an inert sand,

I'm neither a God with a magic wand,

But I know, when I see you sick in disdain,

I will exist, To be there, to help again and again.

Financial support and sponsorship

Nil.

Conflicts of interest

There are no conflicts of interest.






 

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