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
It all started with a simple text from my husband, “FYI, neighbors are having a block party.” I was driving home from close to two weeks out of town. I was about an hour from home when the text came through. Block parties are not unusual on our street. Once or twice a year there …
I open my eyes and groan. I roll over and groggily swipe off my sleep mask. Mid-afternoon sun streams through my bedroom window. It is still several hours until my critical care night shift starts but I am wide awake. With a sigh I reach for my phone and see two missed calls. One, from …