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
This morning I am laying on the couch staring out the window at a gorgeous summer day. A light breeze rustles the palms. The sun is shining, the sky is blue. It is a perfect day for a picnic or trip to the park. I, however, roll over and groan struggling to scrape together the …
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 …