It doesn't happen to healthy 20 year olds. Or it shouldn't. It did this week however. A healthy, slim 20 year old who exercised regularly and had no discernible bad habits was admitted to my service with what is normally a straightforward simple diagnosis and ended up dying. I took this one very personally as did other physicians involved in the case, and that's not like any of us. We're all used to death. This one was just different. This wasn't supposed to happen.
I've probably been doing more thinking about this than is healthy. I don't know if that's normal or not. I guess I'm supposed to find some deep meaning to this like, "Live every day like it's your last". All I'm really left with is a feeling of guilt for not being able to do more, confusion as to why life is so random at times, and great sorrow for the family left behind.
They didn't teach me this in medical school.
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