I have a homecare case. He's an 8 year old boy who is only 41 lbs. He has mitochondrial disease and will eventually succumb to it. I just have to make sure he has no seizures and he also has his esophagus wrapped to prevent his severe reflux. He's on a Gtube and I must vent him several times a visit by literally forcing the gas out of him by gently pushing on hos stomach to let the air out. He can't walk or talk buthis smile is priceless. He love cartoons and toys and music. So, I know his is a terminal condition. Why don't I feel anything?? Have I become so hard after last years challenges that I have no emotion anymore?? What the hell's become of me? I love my job. Why do I feel this way? Or am I just a lousy nurse?