This past week has been exhausting.

I was placed at a hospital that specialises in cancer care. Brilliant, hardworking staff work here, yet given the terminal nature of the conditions, there are very few wins to be had. This is to be expected, I guess. But there is something about rocking up every day, rounding for hours, doing all you can, knowing that most of these people don’t have much time left. Some are younger than 40.

On the last day, we wrote two death summaries. The families told us they were good deaths, and I think I understood. A single room with a large window, surrounded by loved ones, with morphine flowing through the veins. Could be far worse. But still, deaths are deaths. I had talked to one of them the previous day. It’s hard to enjoy the weekend after that.

As a result, I have had no energy to write. This morning, I woke to find I had missed three consecutive posts. What alarmed me was that I hadn’t even realised.

They say the first step to getting out of a rut is to stop digging. Only then can you change directions, and move towards a more ideal path.

Let this be a step.