I Am Sorry, Honey
I had run the hill past the Montessori school hundreds of times.
I had run the hill past the Montessori school hundreds of times.
It’s that time of the month…
My inner light dims…
Why was there an animal in my mother’s hospital room?
Got a phone call.
Not me, I thought.
The middle-aged woman whined her way through minimally toxic chemotherapy.
The old man insisted on being driven by his house on the way from inpatient to VA rehab…
“On medication for life? No way!”
We, too busy to teach and really listen…
It was spring.
After many days of rounding…
Alone.
My 20s, training…
I imagine they were depressed before it all began, but unaware.
They say we are great, trustworthy…
Epic inbox, emails, pages, requests…
After this year+ of…
When you say you want to be a physician like me…
Flashbacks of a fourth-grade insect lesson…
COVID. 2020.
Hemoptysis. Pregnant. A mystery.
Suddenly, there’s a virus that stops everything, an earthquake, and a toddler saying, “I have no breath OR steam.“
A miracle?
She is looking out the window…