50/50

As Ambroise Paré (1510–1590) had expressed it, the physician’s duty was to “cure occasionally, relieve often, console always” (“Guérir quelquefois, soulager souvent, consoler toujours“).

50/50 Film

blogging is tiring. my pictures are in a mess cos of all the automatically created date folders. trying to recall stuff, also tiring. not just recalling, but selecting the most important part of those events and allowing your mind to refine and finetune it such that it fits a certain framework of the overlying theme in your blog post. exhausting!

but just writing non stop about an awesome movie? easy.

50/50 is about a young guy called Adam who has neurofibroma sarcoma schwannoma. since i actually give a shit about medical jargon:

neurofibroma sarcoma schwannoma is the cancer of the nerve sheath.

neurofibroma: fibrous tumour of nerve cells

sarcoma: a malignant tumour arising from connective tissues (in this case, fibrous tissue and nervous tissue)

schwannoma:  A tumor derived from the cells of the myelin sheath

anyway!

i think its a great show to watch. particularly for those in the medical profession. and hence, really great for me to watch just before my attachment at national heart centre.

not because it demonstrated the loving warmth of medical care, but because it did the exact opposite.

in about every instance, the medical team of doctors, surgeons, nurses and therapists failed to console Adam about his illness.

the doctor gave him the life changing news in complex medical terminology and barely looked him in the eye. the nurse shoved him papers to sign just before he underwent surgery. the anasthesiologist broke up mother and son’s tearful embrace so that he could rush him to the operating theatre. he was told he was safe in the very good hands of a top notch surgical team but only one surgeon made a brief introduction of herself just before the operation. and the therapist was so caught up in profiling adam, telling him what he was going thru like being in denial or feeling angry was clinally normal. she tried to comfort him and build trust by touching him on the arm but it was so unnatural and artificial it made him more uncomfortable.

in the end, yes they treated him. but the process was so lonely and depressing for him. so sad 😦

but on a more hopeful note, its the first day of 2012. for some unexplainable reason, i feel hopeful. even though when i unlocked the last stage of where’s my water game app this morning when i woke up, and i felt disapointed it turned out to just be free swampy wallpaper, i still feel good bout this year.

heheh he’s quite cute hor.

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