On any given day like today
I have tried to metaphorize my thoughts, to channel the appropriate syntax to be able to express what has been mixed there between my mind, heart and soul, an incredible desire to say, to applaud life, to give my best smile to destiny, to embrace my existence and it is that I have the good to exercise one of the noblest and most praiseworthy careers that science and that God Himself could bequeath to man "MEDICAL SCIENCE", understanding that all the careers and trades in the world are admirable.
A day like today, at my door I touch an immutable reality… a truth that made me feel a cold heat that shook all my humanity, it was just any day, understand one of those days in which everything happens with apparent normality, from those where the sun usually appears and with its rays wakes up a normal city, where the accelerated rhythm of life that each one has forged very much in his own way and in his care, leaves behind him an endless number of supposed achievements or failures, tears or smiles, caresses or rejections, dreams come true or dreams shattered, of union of hands or of accurate blows with them, of marriages or divorces, of greetings or farewells, of births or deaths… in short, a multifaceted way of subsisting within this that we normally call existence…
Within that day that I narrate, in my peculiar way of living, taking advantage of the truth that I refer today, I want to tell that I received a call that begged me to see a patient within the area in which I work (a tropical area of the southern Guatemala), my multiple obligations and anxieties made me raise my eyebrow, with a certain hint of anger and doctoral patience, answer the voice that questioned me, with pleasure madam I will go as soon as possible… I spend an hour to being able to board my vehicle and head towards something that would be a deep learning in my destiny… when I arrived at the humble house where the patient was to be evaluated, an old woman of approximately 80 years old came out, the house was full of farm animals, of pieces of firewood,of almost useless furniture… an earthenware pot moaned over the fathoms threatening with its imminent implosion and over the garden a sheet of purple and yellow flowers like a dialect that timidly welcomed me… doctor said the lady, offering me a chair that creaked with my excess weight, the reason why I have made him come is because I have my brother dying there in that room, all the doctors that we have seen have already evicted him, he has terminal cancer in his liver and the truth (escaping a tear he emphasized), he is suffering too much and I do not know what to do, they say that you are very good and perhaps you can, but at least cure him give him a relief, a hope… let's see he emphasizes, even with the impartiality that supposedly must prevail within the profession, I approached that room,the panorama was devastating, the belly of my patient was enormous, it was totally out of proportion to the rest of his humanity, it was like a huge yellow balloon, on which millions of veins were drawn on the verge of bursting, contrasted with that painting, an old wooden room, gnawed by time, where the peculiar smell that emphasizes a fatal disease had been impregnated, some parts of what was an old bicycle, some pipes for irrigation, a bed that bore the full weight of that tragedy on boards, a piece of tree per night table where the remains of candles lay, ensuring the scarcity of light and forced awakening, an old cup that in my land we call “a well” full of ants… and his open hand offering himself to be able to take mine, what to say in those moments ?, How is it!How do you feel! Within a universal protocol that is useless, my broken voice revealed my thoughts, however he told me to sit down, how are you doing? Well, I said, sorry for your illness… here (stammers), with all the desire to see if we can help you… help? I reply, yes! (I emphasized), alleviate, minimize your pain a little… there is! doctor said to me, what you see is impossible to alleviate, every day that passes I feel as if they were nailed with incredible force to these lumber that level my soul, the pain is unbearable, I cannot move anywhere, I just see that old sheet that serves as a division between heaven and me… no doctor, do not complicate life trying to remedy the irremediable, I am well enough that I have little life left,and that very little time and God is going to give me this my cross that I must bear… I remained motionless, I could not understand what happened in my chest, I felt the need to do something, but what to do?… suddenly he said to me, Within the threshold of my grief, I only want a word, I don't dream of a spell that will stand me up, I just want you to tell me how life goes out there, to remind me of how the sun is hiding, that Remind me of how the touch of the breeze feels on my face, or remind me of how the trees sway in the wind, I would like you to tell me how the river sounds hitting the stones it carries, or the waves of the sea, ha! if only he could walk again he said to me, if he could only be a duck again (boy in my country), to run after that old ball,if only I could smell the cows in a green field, find where I milked, if only I could get wet in the rain… if only doctor… I beg you, to speak to me, visit me, or swallow I can Now, everything tastes like gall to me, if I could just taste the oranges once more, those huge oranges that break into wedges and can be sucked… if I could hear the birds singing, without this pain interrupting and remember my death… there is! Doctor told me… if only… I left that devastated room, if it is true that I am used to seeing pain and death up close every day, it is also true that I have not stopped being human, on the contrary I think that I'm opening as such, I reached out and stopped my crawling around this my world,a light to that dark heart that we all hold from time to time… I managed to get the most beautiful videos of nature and I put them on every day, try to mitigate her pain by telling her about the simplest things, like the wind, the breeze, the laughter of a child, of a kiss in the spring, of the orange trees in bloom and especially of how he had taught me to value the little things that we all believe done, given, as well as a perpetual obligation of I don't know what to be mythical and mysterious who stubbornly insists on telling us about his creation… I learned a lot from my friend SANTOS ROMERO, he taught me that the simple act of walking is a gift, a privilege, he taught me that the most insignificant details of life are usually the most precious, that it is a miracle to see every day, that it is a miracle to be able to feel it, taste even an orange slice,it taught me that even a smell can make the difference between living or dying, I bequeath a great feeling of gratitude for what I have received exaggeratedly, that privilege I have had to be able to see the seas of the world, to hear the most beautiful symphonies, to be able to give a smile, my dear reader knows, I do not care so much about my weight, my bag, or my years, I am simply grateful, because I know that thousands of beings perished today, perhaps thousands of beings who deserved to be in this world more than me, or more than anyone who wakes up denying for life, or for employment, or because they do not have to spend more in those shops glimpsed of summer clothes, and that is that human beings always want more, we are so superfluous, we look like great slots of life, the one who has nothing wants something,and he who has something always wants even more and more… I think it is time for us to stop, to stop this journey through the supposed obligatory life and to give thanks for the privilege of existing, of being, we can forge a better world We who are alive today, who have the immeasurable gift of coexisting, do not talk about tomorrow, or the economic deficit, or the rise in oil, surely each day will bring its own desire, but let us give ourselves the truce to recognize that living is well today, that we are part of this plan called humanity, that we have the happiness of being able to hug our children, that we can have the happiness of helping our fellow men, that we can capture a kiss, a caress, a hope, without expecting absolutely nothing in return… gratitude is what we human beings lack most,gratitude to a perfect, immutable God, who still allows us to reflect on any given day, on a day like today… because tomorrow… who will live it?… who will survive it?… there is something that is safe and is that we are tourists in this world, that we are only passing through, and we must be satisfied without being conformed with what has touched us, it is part of being grateful, very grateful, remembering that freedom is only possible for those who work it and It is allowed to those who can have the tremendous act of thanking… ANY DAY LIKE TODAY.and we must be satisfied without being conformist with what has touched us, it is part of being grateful, very grateful, remembering that freedom is only possible for those who work it and it is allowed to those who can have the tremendous act of thanking… A ANY DAY LIKE TODAY.and we must be satisfied without being conformist with what has touched us, it is part of being grateful, very grateful, remembering that freedom is only possible for those who work it and it is allowed to those who can have the tremendous act of thanking… A ANY DAY LIKE TODAY.
