BY JONAS DYHR RASK

“To cure sometimes, to relieve often, to comfort always”

— Dr. Edward Trudeau

I knew since I was around 15 years old.
Because of my mothers occupation, the dinner table discussions always seemed to turn into discussions of healthcare issues.
It moulded me. It directed me.

It was different times back then. I could actually go visit my mother when she had her shifts. It was so fascinating for a kid like me. The Logistics. The sector. The staff.

But most of all - The patients. Their destined temporary habitat. Their transition from healthy to sick and hopefully into recovery.

I felt the need to help them. I wanted to be there for them. I wanted to hear their stories.

It was a long path to tread. Sometimes steep, sometimes bendy, sometimes downhill.

For 15 years it was life defining. My life. My present, and my future.

It was not only a path of education, but a path of developing my identity. During my walk along the path I became a father, a husband and a home owner. I didn’t look back. Only forward. I kept pushing.

I succeeded. I saw it through!

Not to be able to tell stories, but to experience them. To witness the absolute miracle of new born life. To experience the absolute horror of terminal illness. To experience everything in between.

I am a trusted firsthand witness to the life of many.

Always comforting.

Often relieving.

Sometimes curing.