I remember breaking out into a very itchy rash when I was a little girl. That night our newly made friends were visiting for dinner. They happened to be doctors and my mother happened to mention my rash. They brought along with them a tiny blue tablet. I can only now contemplate what that blue tablet must have been, but for the longest time I think they had brought in magic.
From then on we have shared a patient-physician relationship. I have grown from being the little school girl, adolescent, adult and have intermittently shared my health history with these physicians. They have always given me the right advice, the apt diagnostic tests, the perfect medicine. I trust them with my life and my problems. I trust them. Until today they have always come through for me.
What happens if they go wrong? What if someday they make a mistake? What if just one time, they make a bad judgement call? I wonder if I will forgive them? Will I remember all the good they have done for me before they went wrong. Will I be able to give them the concession for that one mistake. Would it be too much for me to ask myself to remember that they are also humans.
The real question I ask is, is my trust in them so weak, that one mistake can undo all that we have worked towards in all these years?