The moment an ill can be patiently handled, it is disarmed of its poison, though not of its pain.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
It is always disarming to treat with the enemy, so to speak.
To feel our ills is one thing, but to cure them is another.
When you're dealing with a very sick person and you're doing something to them, an intervention, be it a procedure or a medication, safety is critical.
It may seem a strange principle to enunciate as the very first requirement in a hospital that it should do the sick no harm.
The disease is painless; it's the cure that hurts.
Illness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed; to kindness, to knowledge, we make promise only; pain we obey.
Hush! Check those words. Do not cure ill with ill and make your pain still heavier than it is.
Being ill like this combines shock - this time I will die - with a pain and agony that are unfamiliar, that wrench me out of myself.