In every way that counted, I was dead. Inside somewhere maybe I was screaming and weeping and howling like an animal, but that was another person deep inside, another person who had no access to the lips and face and mouth and head, so on the surface I just shrugged and smile and kept moving. If I could have physically passed away, just let it all go, like that, without doing anything, stepped out of life as easily as walking through a door I would have done. But I was going to sleep at night and waking in the morning, disappointed to be there and resigned to existence.” 
― Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things

I keep thinking back of the things that I could have done or should have done to save this.

Is it my fault, was it my fault?

Was I always absent?

Did I not do enough?

Wasn't my love strong enough for this to work out?

Am I not good enough for you?

If it wasn't, why did you do this to me?

Did I deserve this?

Because I don't know anymore

the little things I should learn to enjoy

Patient: OMG! YOU GAVE ME ONLY ONE MONTH! THE DOCTOR SAID THAT HE WILL GIVE ME FOUR MONTHS!

Kimi: No worries, mister! You can just come and collect from us! You don't have to see the Dr. next month. Just come to the pharmacy with this prescription.

Patient: But, but...

Kimi cuts in : Isn't that easy? We are efficient and you don't have to see the Dr. until your appointment!Just come to the counter and collect your medication with this prescription.

Patient: Oh boy! It's that easy! What a deal! *walks away

And that's how you deal with demanding patients. Make them feel like they are winning. ;)