On friday night I did ward call, and saw the two ends of life.
I had to declare an old lady dead, after she had passed away as a result of her cancer, in the palliative care ward.
Then as I was leaving the palliative care ward I saw a literally newborn baby being wheeled down the corridor in a crib obviously off to the maternity ward.
It says something about life, but I’m not sure what it is right now.