Drapes

Jonathan Zhao, 2T5 PB

Artist's Statement: I wrote this poem for my humanism assignment on my surgery rotation. It was inspired by some reflections on factors that lead to the dehumanization of patients in the OR.

As I step into the OR where healing takes place,

I am gowned and gloved, with a visor on my face.

We do a “time out” and anesthesia intubates.

Before I know it, all I see are drapes.

While drapes allow us to establish a sterile patch,

they may also be a reason why we get so detached.

As the patient falls asleep, their spirit is masked.

Before I know it, they’ve become a task.

They’re reduced to a project, something I retract.

As the operation goes on, I suture and I cauterize.

Suddenly I hear a voice that I do not recognize.

My eyes widen in shock as I remember and realize

that the “project” before me is a person who can empathize.

Before the operation is complete,

there’s a mantra I must repeat,

so my conscience does not retreat.

We must remember as we perform our surgeries,

that behind every drape is someone with hopes, dreams, families, and boundaries.

Although these drapes enhance our ability to perform,

we cannot forget the humanity we share and adore.

Let‘s always remind ourselves what, or rather, whom, we’re working for.