So I've been revising (almost) constantly lately. We've had a few lovely "date nights" as we call them, we have another tonight, a mid-week one to break up the stress of work/essays/revision etc which will be lovely. However, I was procrastinating earlier and came across a blog that I once read from start to finish (and sobbed, literally sobbed) the whole way through. In a nutshell, the blog was written by someone who married a young lady who battled with cancer for 5 years, but sadly lost her fight in 2011. It is about their life together during their fight and there is another blog attached describing life as a widow. It breaks my heard as the age gap is the same as the gap between my other half and I. We always feel so lucky to have met each other when we're still young, but this blog serves as a cruel reminder that youth does not mean longevity.
It got me thinking about how I would cope if I was to become a medic and I was faced with a young couple in a similar situation to the couple in the blog. I concluded that I would probably go home and cry, lots and lots. I can't imagine that I'm the kind of person where death would not affect me over time, I think no matter how long I was lucky enough to practice medicine I would still hurt every time, I would probably just become more experienced in processing the emotions.
This young couple went through so much together, I would be beyond devastated if that happened to me and my other half. It is not just what they have already shared that is lost, but also the loss of the promise of forever. (Did I forget to mention that I'm a hopeless romantic). I think that when we get caught up in the whole revision and work malarky, we forget what is most important in life, the little things that may not change the world, but will always stay with you. So when I'm sitting here in meltdown mode over my exams, I think I'll try my hardest (and it will be hard) to remember that there really is so much more to life than a perfect grade.
Little deep for a Wednesday perhaps, but I thought I'd share what I've been thinking. Now I'm going back to revising about the joys of thrombosis in pregnancy. Have a lovely day everyone, make the most of it.