Hippocratic Oath

I'm a doctor and my patient just died. I'm a doctor and her death made me cry. She died ten minutes ago on the operating table. I thought that I could save her but I wasn't able. It was pure hell to tell her parents that she didn't make it. Being a doctor is important but sometimes these things make me want to forsake it. But I can't forsake the sick and so I have to go on. But it's never easy to accept that a patient is gone. When I save a patient, it always makes me feel pride. But losing a patient makes a small part of me die inside. I will continue to practice medicine and help my fellow man. I took a hippocratic oath and I'll save as many people as I can. (This is a fictional poem but it's something that real Doctors experience.)