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 …
We’ve all done it. Looked at someone else and wished silently that we had what they have. Maybe it’s a house in a prestigious neighborhood. Perhaps a flashy car. Maybe a boat or an exciting vacation or a way living only possible with a hefty price tag. Or maybe it’s beauty, health, or freedom. Whatever …
It is a rainy Saturday evening. Thunder crashes nearby and heavy rain patters against the window. The constant white noise of the storm is relaxing and I find myself fighting the urge to curl up with a good book and a cup of tea. Instead, these are the last few minutes of calm before the …
I lean back and rub my eyes. It is 2am and while the rest of the world sleeps, I am monitoring the ICU beds at four different hospitals. This time of night I am always fighting back drowsiness. My post cancer body does not like it when routines are disturbed or sleep is lost. At …
This morning I walk on the beach but I am not on vacation. I am here to say goodbye to a place I have known and loved since childhood which within three months will be sold and gone forever. I can not say I am happy about this, it is just one more loss on …