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Through death we learn how precious life is. We are given the gift of your first and last home. With the first cut, your struggles, your joys and your scars are all revealed. And we see you. We see the physical pieces, tissues and organs that you inhabited. The lungs that expanded with your first breath and collapsed with your last. The heart that beat for the first time in synchrony with your mother's. The womb in which you created life. But when we see you, We also find foreigners who took your space for themselves. The cancers which suffocated and starved you. Sutures, scars, and remnants of past surgeries intended to extend your life. Abnormalities and deformities that not only defined your perfect imperfection, your humanness, But also evicted you from your physical being. So lucky are we to learn from you. So indebted are we to you For your generosity and humility. Like all great teachers, you have made great sacrifices in the name of education. And for that we are truly grateful. While your ears cannot hear our "thank-you" We know you are listening and watching over us As we pursue the knowledge and empathy we need To become great doctors.
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
To my cadaver, from your medical student
Through death we learn how precious life is. We are given the gift of your first and last home. With the first cut, your struggles, your joys and your scars are all revealed. And we see you. We see the physical pieces, tissues and organs that you inhabited. The lungs that expanded with your first breath and collapsed with your last. The heart that beat for the first time in synchrony with your mother's. The womb in which you created life. But when we see you, We also find foreigners who took your space for themselves. The cancers which suffocated and starved you. Sutures, scars, and remnants of past surgeries intended to extend your life. Abnormalities and deformities that not only defined your perfect imperfection, your humanness, But also evicted you from your physical being. So lucky are we to learn from you. So indebted are we to you For your generosity and humility. Like all great teachers, you have made great sacrifices in the name of education. And for that we are truly grateful. While your ears cannot hear our "thank-you" We know you are listening and watching over us As we pursue the knowledge and empathy we need To become great doctors.
I wrote this after the Catholic Mass was held for our cadaver donors and their families.
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
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