A young physician's journey of recovery from surviving breast cancer to coping with the traumatic stress of providing front line care during the COVID pandemic
I watch as the tropical fish peacefully glide by. The bright yellows, oranges, and purples of the tropical fish contrast beautifully against the deep blue of the water. For a moment I am in my own world separate from the dozens of children darting around me this Sunday afternoon in the reef exhibit at my …
Read Intimacy and Birth Control After Cancer: Part 1 here. This blog is about recovery. This is how I am finding my way back. Now comes the part that is more uncomfortable to talk about. It started slowly with a question. “What do you like?” he asked one evening after sipping a couple whiskies, perhaps …
Today I am marching more than walking. My walk flew by this morning. Lost in thought, I barely noticed my surroundings. My usual calm contemplations were replaced with unrest. I am thinking about recent developments in the world of women’s health and I am feeling much like a second class citizen. Today I am thinking …
The rays of the sun are just cresting over the bay. I listen as the seagulls screech overhead on their daily commute from the waterfront inland to what I can only assume must be a Walmart parking lot or a restaurant where the patrons toss them French fries. My sneakers pound the pavement. I walk …
I have always been a runner. As a child we lived outside of town on wetlands blanketed with ferns, cypress trees, and longleaf pine. Our driveway measured just over half a mile. Isolated and with nothing much to do, I ran up and down the driveway. Up and back, up and back, through the fields …