[ A risk it was indeed. While doctors were not expected to enter crossfires zones, he held the position of not only a doctor but also a surgeon. A surgeon with a blood disease would be fine if they had a safe, stable work environment; but alas those did not exist in war zones.

A bomb had set off near the field hospital, and he ended up stabbing himself with a scalpel. It did not end well. ]

Every doctor struggles with the concept of 'what if I did a little more'. I was talked into leaving, but I did not want to stop helping people. As you've said to me - one life touched is one life saved. I suppose it takes decades of service for doctors to fully accept that.

[ It had also been said in a memory of his. ]

Friends like you are the ones keeping us grounded. Each doctor did not do great things on their own. Others help them, so it all pays forward.