Hektoen International

A Journal of Medical Humanities

Tag: loss

  • Managing loss and emotional turmoil through poetry

    Maria ShopovaDublin, Ireland Loss is a universal human experience that spans borders and cultures. Patients, facing death, may struggle with existential questions and anxiety due to the loss of health. Families bear the agony of watching a loved one deteriorate and die, and then enter a period of grieving. And medical professionals, who are not…

  • O Child! My Child!

    Alice RanjanRedmond, Washington, USA O Child! My Child!Enter did you, into this world,incarnadine and warm.But when I held you in my arms,you did not shriek or love or scorn.Nay, you took the pathfrom mother’s bloodto River Styxin evanescent breath.How I wish you could have stayed with meto see the world beyond. You will not see…

  • Vigil

    Terri EricksonPfafftown, North Carolina, United States In a care home in Göteborg, Sweden, my husband’s sister, Jensina, sits vigil at the bedside of their Aunt Astrid, who is dying. She holds her hand, speaks to her as if everything is as it was, the two of them talking in Astrid’s apartment, her sharp mind and…

  • On the death of a hospital volunteer

    Bonnie SalomonLake Forest, Illinois, United States Golf course greens were not for you—too quiet.  No cruise ships to sail—too boring.  Retirement held no enchantment for you.  Instead, you chose us—  —the motley ER crew—hardly noticed,   gliding through white coats and scrubs.  “Just made fresh coffee,”—your calling card.  How many cups after fifteen years?  You were…

  • La Pieta

    Rachel FleishmanPhiladelphia, Pennsylvania, United States A mother holds her dead child. His body flops open without resistance, freshly dead. His head is cocked back, shoulder lifted, arms release the last vestige of grip. Her face sullen, her hand beside him open and offering, she holds but does not touch her son. A single moment of…

  • Maimed

    Laura WendorffPlatteville, Wisconsin, United States Your friend says, think of the Amazonswho cut off their right breasts in order to easily draw back their bows. But the loss is not like that. It’s more like a flower dug out of the ground,soil still clinging to its roots like the memoryof heavy clay and earthworms. *…