Passion, Compassion and Empathy
I t was 2 am in the dead of night when my phone startled me awake. I saw it was a call from the hospital where my mother, aged 91, was undergoing treatment in the ICU. My heart raced as multiple thoughts flooded my mind. The hospital staff urgently asked me to come to the radiology department for an immediate MRI of my mother's brain. Earlier that afternoon, she had a pulmonary procedure under general anaesthesia and hadn't fully recovered yet. On reaching the MRI lab, curious about the emergency, I inquired further. The MRI technician explained that his machine was fully booked, so they created emergencies based on available slots rather than the patient's medical condition. Needless to say, his explanation and attitude rubbed me the wrong way. But knowing my mother's history with a brain stroke eight years ago, I decided to proceed with the MRI despite my reservations. Inside the closed doors of the MRI lab, I could hear the technician raising his voice while my mothe...