Why do we fill our lives with endless activity which doesn’t actually matter in the end? Who are we trying to please and what are we actually trying to do? Why do we sacrifice our health and our best years at the altar of work and not chase after our own dreams and found passions?
I love my job as a Palliative Care doctor. There is nothing that I look forward to more on a Monday morning than meeting with our team, solving problems and helping to relieve suffering in our patients and their families. It compels me out of bed early and is the only job that I see
One year ago I had an accident which abruptly halted my life. In reflection, it has been one of the best things that has ever happened to me. Pre-MRI. Ruptured biceps tendon on my left arm — November 2017 Day 1 post op. Ready to start my rehab…also, I don’t fancy strong opiates (too much clean living) 28/11/17.