What can I really say. I mean really, what can I say that hasn't already been said. Though this tragedy was far from me, the impact is truly global. Add Paris, Brussels, Tel Aviv, innumerable attacks in Iraq, Syria, Afghanistan, and Nigeria, and all the other recent (and not so recent) attacks, and it's enough to make me want to cry.
I've stayed notably silent through these tragedies. What else can I do? Offer prayers? Say that my heart goes out to the victims? Offer condolences to people I don't know? Say that my thoughts are with them? Change my Facebook profile picture?
Anyone can do those things, and none of them actually accomplishes anything. Would I feel comforted by strangers offering me condolences if I were affected by such an event? I don't know. I honestly don't. I hope I never discover the answer to that question.
All I can do is express my heartfelt gratitude to the trauma teams, each and every one of them. I do not just mean the trauma surgeons, though we are the ones who tend to get what little thanks there is. I'm also talking about the nurses, technicians, X-ray techs, orthopaedic surgeons, neurosurgeons, respiratory therapists, anaesthesiologists, radiologists, OR staff, recovery room staff, ward staff, physical therapists, and janitors whose job it is to clean up the mess that we make. Every single person has a vital role whether they know it or not, whether they get acknowledged or not, and whether they get appreciated or not. Ultimately it may be the trauma surgeon's name on the patient's chart, but we all have a role, and all of those roles are vital in some way.
Though my brain knows it will not be useful, my heart hurts, and I grieve.