Not Enough

Some times, problems of people around you are more important than the situations you are going through. In a way, empathy is an advantage as your immediate botheration is actually fictitious as it does not really mean much to you.
But it is quite strange; there are two events that I am being bothered about these days.

First, my brothers, wound dressing. Every third day, cleaning and dressing some nine major wounds and another 8 smaller injuries. I can’t stand the site of hospital or the smell. The site of an open wound makes everything in my stomach start churning and reaches my esophagus.
I think I know the scientific reason, primarily being that the body starts to believe that it is going under the same stress as the site it is witnessing and thus tries to switch it self off, before the pain gets unbearable. It is like crying while watching a movie.

Second is a stress that a friend is going through. Her mother has been diagnosed stage IIIB of Cervical cancer. She lost her father a few years back and not all is well at other personal level. It is difficult for women, especially in India, to face such situations. This is a stage where she is cutoff from the rest of her past. As in shoulders she can call her own, related by blood will be too a few. She is now left with an uncertain today and tomorrow. People though are her own, but prejudiced in these modern times. Who are only waiting to prove a point?
It is so easy to drift away in a smoky oblivion, with such a situation. All creativity and skills will be lost. Some, including me will loose a friend and many will loose a professional help.

There are no scientific explanations for this. My mind can’t switch off itself from this deluge. Neither I am capable of doing much about it.
Some times enough is not enough.