the sight of a grown man crying in despair is not an easy sight.

i guess that is because i was raised in an environment where men were discouraged from showing their emotions in public. a culture which sort of degrades those men who were too weak to cry.

he came rushing after he got the phone call from our patient. she was already seated on a chair next to her bed, her IV access pulled out, wearing her clothes. she had been threatening to go home and refused every little thing her nurse requested her to do. clearly unable to make decisions for herself at her state of withdrawal, she was a concern for all of us.

when he saw her clutching one of the hospital pillows, demanding they get out of the hospital quick, he was still a picture of that man who wanted to make everything work. you know, that image of men who just want to protect their own, because they are strong.

when she started making insensible allegations and demands, forcing him to decide he cannot argue with her anymore, he broke down. he sat on the chair, covered his face with his hands, and didn’t mind that we were watching them. the heavy weight of dealing with an alcoholic wife for years just got too much to bear.

i followed the patient to the other unit, where she tried to run, thinking she knew where she was going. when i finally caught up with her, he thanked me and said he will take it from there and he will be back to sign the AMA (against medical advice) paper works.

when he came back, he was very apologetic. and was very open. apparently, his wife was a living saint when sober. now, the drinking had been way out of control, and he was getting scared for their little kid, because sometimes, he would come home from work and she would be so stoned, the house would be in complete chaos. he said he felt like he already tried everything he was told to get her helped, but so far, nothing really worked.

he left the unit with a burden that showed in his face, in his every move. all we could do was wish him well. we all sounded so lame.

i felt sick to my stomach. it was one of those nights when you wish you can have some magic formula handy to make other people’s pain disappear. it was painful to watch him, it was even more painful to empathize.