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’s Christmas Eve. I am curled comfortably under a warm blanket. The Christmas tree lights are twinkling. My dog leans pleasantly against me, a living heater. It is a pleasant morning … yet I am alone. I am not alone by choice this holiday but by circumstance. Two weeks ago my husband declared that he …
I listen to the gentle waves lapping at the beach. A gentle breeze rustles my hair as I stare out across an emerald ocean. After several weeks of self-neglect I am finally focusing on self care with a visit to the beach. As I gaze across the bright white sand my mind drifts. Today I …
My eyes are puffy and my head aches. I am starting my night shift in just a few minutes and I am not feeling up to it. Today was a bad day, and I have hit another setback after cancer. I should have known…it was literally only yesterday I was feeling a sense of finally …
I open the car door and am struck with a wall of heat. Within seconds beads of sweat are forming on my forehead and between my shoulder blades. The beads of sweat collect and trace down my cleavage. This is the first summer I have had large breasts. It has been mere months since my …