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 …
This evening I sit on the beach watching the waves crash against the shore. My Aussie leans her weight against me. Her ears twitch as she eyes the sandpipers dashing through the waves in front of us. The sun slowly sinks behind me as the sky turns a soft pink. This is the “magical hour” …