It strikes me how nice the younger generation of doctors are that I come into contact with at work. They treat me with respect, as a peer. That has not historically been the norm in the doctor nurse relationship. Of course still there are outliers, many of which you'll find in cardiology.
This brings to mind an image of an open chest cavity, lights shining down upon it and a gloved hand reaching under the beating heart. I can see how that could lead to hubris. Then again when I imagine that the gloved hand is mine, a sense of my own insignificance, of humility surrounds me. What an honor to be in that position, to be entrusted with someone's life, to be holding God's handiwork, a miracle of nature, this thing we call the heart.
I guess it makes sense. It makes sense that some people, when faced with their own insignificance, respond with hubris.
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