I remember. I know that you are feeling sad today and missing your boy. I know that you will be sad on December 20 which was the day he was born. Remembering must be active. It must. And so no matter how busy I am, I pause. And I remember.
Holding your hand and remembering. I think remembering is an act of love. I do. I hope you do, too.
Reposting these two posts and thinking of you. So much love. That's all.
Happy Friday again. Who needs you to remember? Reach out to them. Give them a space to let their love be a verb and not suffocated by awkwardness, apologies or fear. Especially this time of year, okay?
Honestly? I write this blog to share the human aspects of medicine + teaching + work/life balance with others and myself -- and to honor the public hospital and her patients--but never at the expense of patient privacy or dignity.
Thanks for stopping by! :)
"One writes out of one thing only--one's own experience. Everything depends of how relentlessly one forces from this experience the last drop, sweet or bitter, it can possibly give."
~ James Baldwin (1924 - 1987)
"Do it for the story." ~ Antoinette Nguyen, MD, MPH
Details, names, time frames, etc. are always changed to protect anonymity. This may or may not be an amalgamation of true,quasi-true, or completely fictional events. But the lessons? They are always real and never, ever fictional. Got that?