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Holiday.
What does that word mean to me? My patients battle daily with cancer and the therapies I impose on them. Coming in for their chemotherapy; tolerating the side-effects. They grow weaker and more tired as the cycles trudge on. It’s like doing 100 miles on a bicycle ride. The first 25 miles has me saying…
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Orphaned.
Everyone in the room is quiet. I feel like the old man leaning forward looking through my glasses understanding the situation but not fully. As an observer I have seen it, can describe it but I am not experiencing it myself. No one in the room can appreciate that struggle. Three situations have made me…
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How?
“You got me this far” he told me. And then making it more difficult “I trust you” he added. Perhaps these should be easy words to hear and I should be proud that I was able to do something and be commended. But it’s the other words that linger “I trust you” he repeated. As…
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Muffled.
This is a difficult blog for many reasons that I will not divulge. But I will take you to where I am. Immerse your head under water at a poolside. Around the pool you can hear the loudness of all the people around you. You dip your head to dive beneath the water. As you…
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Firecrackers.
Firecrackers. I am talking about the small ones, that make the loudest noise. You know the ones, you light the fuse and then “BAM”. They are loud. Startling in fact. Pleasing. Frightening. As a child I use to love to startle people. I do the same now but I call it illumination. It is possibly…
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