Not the wrong time to die.

Wind has blown by, it's been months since I began my internship.Different from last year I now have a prefix for my name..All these days from Dec 6 '21 I have come across quite a lot of faces both old and young, man and women.Each one is different from other, yet one thing was similar that each one yearned for healing.To be healed from pain of both body and mind, They've placed their hopes on us, our white coats, our stethscopes, our skills and knowledge.With each one different tales, that are days, months, and years old..

I still remember one of the earliest faces that I came across.A middle aged woman, accompanied by none, we tell her that the lump on her breast can be cancerous and need to meet an oncologist soon, she is the least bothered that, she is not afraid, no changes in her expressions much to my surprise she smiles, talks and talks in an assured voice "50, I think it's lived enough.I will live as long as I am supposed to and when the time comes I will be gone, I should be."She stands up, dresses and continues "My husband died a few years ago, my parents long before that.All my kids are grown enough to look after themselves and have their own families.I don't find that it is the wrong time to die now".We tell her to make her understand the situation of her health."Happy that i came here, atleast you people were able to learn something." she answers back, she closes the door behind her and leaves.And I stood there wondering what is this human made of?To believe that, this was not the wrong time to die?