母亲是一位临终关怀医生作文6500字Recently， I met with a friend who is both a physician and a mother. She told me she was worried she wasnt doing a “good enough” job being a parent and was missing out on her childrens lives.Ive learned from other physicians that they also believe the demands of their profession will somehow adversely affect their childs upbringing.I tell my colleagues not to worry， and that one day their child will thank them for their life as a doctors child.I can say this because I was three when my mother went to medical school.Growing up as the daughter of a palliative-care physician wasnt easy： I came to understand that the sound of the hospital pager， day or night， meant my mothers absence， having to share her with other people， and being exposed to human suffering and death were just part of my life. Nonetheless， being the child of a physician had a positive effect on my life. I learned and experienced many things because my mother became a doctor when she did. Here are four of them.1） I learned how others experience life. Through my mothers work I was exposed to a variety of people， lifestyles， cultures and circumstances. I met patients who were dying and in pain， and their families. Many were happy， but some were angry or upset， or suffering from addictions， mental illness， poverty or isolation. I went along on home visits to people who were poor and dying alone.I learned that these experiences， while sad， are realities for others. That many people dont live the same secure life I do， and that life， while good， can be hard.2） I learned that status doesnt define the person. I was often in situations where I had to interact with other adultshealth-care professionals， patients and their families. As a child I hadnt yet formed socially constructed biases， so I lacked the social inhibitions many adults have. Prominent physicians and CEOs didnt intimidate me because their status had little or no meaning to me.I only cared if someone was kind to me， or wanted to be my friend. I saw that good， kind people who contribute to their community come from all walks of life.3） I learned that gender wasnt a limit. I met women who held senior professional positions and were also mothers， spouses， members of their community and world travellers. They were strong， confident， intelligent， beautiful， kind women who worked hard for the life they had.Once I saw a young woman in hospital scrubs who looked like my Barbie doll tearing down the halls of the hospital. When I asked my mother who she was， she told me she was a general surgeona very good one. I was impressed. I saw what possibilities existed for me， and that one day I could be like the beautiful surgeon if I was willing to work for it. It gave me the confidence to choose the career I wanted， and as a result I completed a masters degree in bioethics and health law and am pursuing a career as an ethicist.4） I learned about kindness and generosity. I have been amazed by the level of compassion and humanity that emerges in the most difficult of times. I have seen dying patients hold on to life or endure extraordinary measures because their family was not ready to say goodbye. Ive seen health-care staff go the extra mile for patients. And Ive been given gifts by families even as they were losing someone they loved. One particular story comes to mind.I was seven when my mother was paged in the middle of the night to care for a dying man. My dad was away on business， so my mother brought me with her. When we arrived at the patients home， my mother attended to him and the family sat me on the living room couch with a blanket and some Archie comics.I must have fallen asleep. When I awoke the family was in tears; their loved one had died.After my mother had completed the death certificate and spoken with the family， she collected me to go home. As she was carrying me out to the car， one of the children who had just lost their father ran up to us with a stack of Archie comics. “These are for your daughter，” she said. “I noticed that she enjoyed reading them. Id like her to have them.”If I could have my childhood over again， I wouldnt change much.Sure， there were times when I wanted to throw my mothers pager out the window， or wished that she could have attended school events. But even as a child I knew that what I was sacrificing， and what she was sacrificing， were more than worth it for the life that I got to lead. My mothers work as a palliative-care physician provided me with experiences that enriched my life， teaching me valuable lessons， skills and the knowledge of profound kindness， compassion and generosity.So， to anyone who is concerned about balancing a career in medicine with raising children， I offer you my reassurance. While there will be tough times （and there will be！）， one day your child will thank you for the experiences， and the life， theyve had as a result of your career. I promise.最近，我跟一位朋友見面聊天，她是一位医生，同时也是一位母亲。她告诉我