Disclaimer: House is not mine. I could not possibly create so marvelously convoluted and cynical a character.
Caring is what makes things hard. Caring is what I try to avoid.
You see, it's easiest to make the right choice when you don't really have to worry about the moral consequences. Sure, it's probably wrong in the eyes of "God" or whatever else you may claim. But detachment is the basis of all real progress.
Caring makes things hard.
If you don't know them, people aren't real. Something terrible will happen and people will be shocked for all of three seconds. Then they'll go on with their lives. Detachment is how I've survived as a doctor.
Cameron doesn't quite get that. She's the kind of person who would spend time getting to know her patients. Which leads to friendship. Which makes any loss all the more painful. She should get together with Wilson and start a club. Honestly, dating a terminal cancer patient?
Caring makes things hard.
And that's exactly why she had so much trouble with Foreman's case. If it had been someone else, she might have held off long enough for me to get the damn sample. But she didn't, and she risked his life because of it. She cared about him, and she made the wrong choice. It's not my choice-it's not my fault-it's not on my conscience.
Caring is bad. Bad conscience.