death, that is. So so sad and poignant. Same ward for a time as well. I honestly dont know how a person could cope emotionally working in this line. How does your soul cope when your patients die all the time? And yet, here they are smiling as if you are the patient they've specially come to work today to see. How do they do it? Of course it's a calling - but from whom?Here's a statistic - 6 teenagers a DAY find out they've got cancer. So when you're feeling life has kicked you in the teeth, think there but for the grace of God.. that should sustain you till you can get to the pub for a pint...!Our humour has progressed to the very sick indeed. We were laughing about the scene in the film 'airplane' where the sick child is desperately trying to re-attach the drip cable when the nun swipes her with the guitar whilst singing...! I know its not big and its not clever. I was sitting in the waiting area yesterday with 2 very dressed older ladies. One leans over and lets go the most almighty fart. I pretend i've not heard anything (being frightfully upper class!) she says in a high pitched squeak 'oh pardon me' and her friend collapses into a big heap of loud braying laughter. I soooo want to join in, but having pretended I haven't heard it....!Anyway, back to the real world. Everything is going well. Cant say any more, dont want the finger of God to prod us again. Oh and one final thought for the day - dont get mad - get even..!