passed more tissues than meds today
So many tears at work.
I thought for sure they’d come after me too, hitting me hard as I drove home from the hospital this evening, but they never showed.
Instead, just images.
A girl that couldn’t have been any older than me down the hall, weeping outside of her mother’s room into her sister’s arms, after receiving such heavy, gut churning news I couldn’t ever fathom having to hear myself.
My patient. His wife. A picture of them getting married, on the beach - not two, three years old. Could you even imagine? Living years of your life, getting married, having kids… only to encounter a truer, perhaps more authentic love in your 50’s, 60’s - to meet that person, fall in love, remarry, and then less than a year later, find out one of the two of you has cancer? With what the docs deem a poor prognosis?