There’s a conversation between two characters, Dr Robby and Dr Abbot about why they do the job they do, and the cost of it. Robby says something that was like a punch to the gut for me. I’m going to quote it in spoiler mode
!“Nothing will ever matter more than what I’ve done in this hospital, but it is killing me. You know how they say that a part of you dies when you lose someone you love? I’m not convinced that a part of you doesn’t die every time you see a fellow human pass, and I’ve seen so many people die that I feel like it’s leeching something from my soul. … I’m tired of being a role model. I’m tired of feeling like you can’t get ahead. I’m tired of feeling like I’m drowning every day. I’m tired of all of it.”!<
Him saying that, and me having done end of life care and hospice work, I fucking broke. I think that may have been the single biggest response any television show has ever given me. I sat there flashing through every fucking death I was ever present for, and some that I missed being present for, and the sheer horrible beauty of it washed through me and spilled out of my eyes.
Little pieces of my soul left behind in nursing homes and hospitals and people’s homes.
And I had thought season 1 was brutal, what with the theme of the latter half of the season and all the shit that dredged up from memory. That one fucking line from this season was like ripping off a scar. Memories flooding in, just a flood of grief.
I dunno. I don’t want to say much more, because this is a casual community, not a support group lol. Just, if you’ve not yet seen the show, and you’ve got issues related to the general subject matter of death and dying, be prepared.
The real biggie was The Pitt.
the last two episodes were brutal.
There’s a conversation between two characters, Dr Robby and Dr Abbot about why they do the job they do, and the cost of it. Robby says something that was like a punch to the gut for me. I’m going to quote it in spoiler mode
Him saying that, and me having done end of life care and hospice work, I fucking broke. I think that may have been the single biggest response any television show has ever given me. I sat there flashing through every fucking death I was ever present for, and some that I missed being present for, and the sheer horrible beauty of it washed through me and spilled out of my eyes.
Little pieces of my soul left behind in nursing homes and hospitals and people’s homes.
And I had thought season 1 was brutal, what with the theme of the latter half of the season and all the shit that dredged up from memory. That one fucking line from this season was like ripping off a scar. Memories flooding in, just a flood of grief.
I dunno. I don’t want to say much more, because this is a casual community, not a support group lol. Just, if you’ve not yet seen the show, and you’ve got issues related to the general subject matter of death and dying, be prepared.