It may not get harder but it certainly doesn't get any easier.
I held a dying woman in my arms last shift.
To put it into very unpoetic words: that call sucked ass.
And as we packed her up onto the stretcher she whispered to her husband : 'good-bye my baby...I love you', a piece of my heart broke off then and there, and dropped right onto the rainy-soaked pavement.
No need to say there were extra hugs and kisses for my children when I got home.
No matter how bad a day I think I might be having, I must remember everyday above ground is better than the alternative.