William MacNeile Dixon once said that "Birth is the sudden opening of a window, through which you look out upon a stupendous prospect. For what has happened? A miracle. You have exchanged nothing for the possibility for everything".
Dr. Teddy Altman is in her bed thinking in her mind. Logically speaking, crying does not help matters. The act of crying is just a way of the Lacrimal Apparatus shedding tears. If it is emotional crying then the tears have manganese or potassium in them.
The act of crying does not help.
The act of crying is useless it cannot bring someone back.
THE ACT OF CRYING doesn't bring me any relief.
As she thinks this, tears start running down her face. So why am I still crying? Why does it feel like I cannot breathe? Henry died three months ago. This dulling ache has not gone away.
As one of the best cardiothoracic surgeons in the country, I still didn't have the ability to save my husband. I have all of this knowledge, I can save other people but I could not save the one person I needed to save the most.
I go to work. I have no choice but to work. If I work then I can save other people and help other families to avoid this pain. The week after Henry's death and funeral, I made a decision. I decided not to let anyone into how I was feeling. Of course, I told people I was depressed. Gradually, I started to show the appropriate signs of a person dealing with grief. I yelled, I confided in coworkers and I did my work. When time moved on, people stopped focusing on me and instead went to help the next train wreck disaster victim. People hardly whispered behind my back or tried to offer me food anymore. They figured that I was well on my way to a full recovery. They don't know how I really feel. They don't know it is a struggle to even get out of bed in the morning and put on my scrubs. They figure no questions or follow up meetings are needed. Why?
No one questions me because I passed the required psychological testing and I continue to get good results for most of my patients.
Sometimes my eyes water when I look at a picture of him in my cell phone.
Sometimes I go to his old room and stare at the people occupying the bed he once had.
I just don't understand how serial killers can roam the world but he can't...I just don't understand how he could make me fall for him and then he left me…I just don't understand how he could leave not only me but his baby…
I have to deal with being a Widower and a single mother too.