Kick
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I'm similarly from a medical background. For those that don't know, I used to work as a nurse in an old age care ward. Specifically we were a dementia care ward, but we actually ended up with all types. Due to the conditions people that I care for had, often death was seen as a relief, as an almost pleasant thing, and, for a while, I managed to continue on in that job holding that belief that actually I was ok and even good when the residents died as they were no longer suffering or in pain. For a fair few, it could be argued how alive they even were at the end, their brains literally full of holes, unable to eat, talk, walk, dress themselves, clean themselves... They were essentially just bodies.
The thing is, they weren't. It took me a while to even realise, but I was hurting after every death, no matter how peaceful, no matter how painless and no matter how much it was a relief. I think one thing I really learned in that job is that death is really about the people left behind. The person that dies, well... they're dead. Their opinion or feelings don't matter much, it's the people left behind that feel the consequences of death and the consequences of death, whether it's prayed and hope for or comes out of the blue, will always hurt. Such is life.
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