Everytime I visit the hospital I feel grateful as I head back home. I am able to head back home, rest or sit as I like, eat properly, sleep properly, drink properly and also control my actions and words however I want. These are the things we often take for granted. We don’t really think about them as they are what we do “normally” but there are patients who yearn for this normalcy. And not only the patients even their relatives pray for things to go back to normal.As i sip my coffee sitting on my bed with a banana by the side, I think as I have come back from the hospital, looking at a patient who was not able to eat at his normal pace because his heart was not letting him do it. As I see a family, pitiful towards their father, who is not thinner than usual, paralysed and not able to eat or speak. As I see a lady who is not able to sleep properly because she thinks she’ll faint. As I see a mother crying in the lobby for her son, his father sitting on the floor with his head in his hands, for god knows what their son had to go through. I feel grateful as I sip this coffee down my throat that it won’t regurgitate or cause aspiration.People say it’s a humble profession, I feel it’s more like the profession makes us humble. We start to value life, have the urge to give advices to our loved ones, so that they don’t have to live days like these. We take our health very lightly; marks,exams, money, jobs, societal pressures, take up most of our mind-space, so much so that health is not even on our list of things to do for the day. I hope we start to preach and practice. “Prevention is better than cure”, because cure for sure is not exciting to go through.