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The Line in the Sand
Originally posted on 36east36thstreet: I have heard about it before, but now I understand it. Before I was told that there is a line in the sand. There is the time before and then the time after you know that a loved one has cancer. One day you are kicking along and everything is fine…
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Cage.
It’s about a mile walk from my clinic to my office. A small part of that walk is outside. Grey was the sky, a cold wind penetrated my shirt but not enough for a jacket I thought. A light drizzle of rain. I guess this is the “Ambience” of this blog. I sighed deeply as…
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The Teacher.
Elated. Content. And thankful. Today was a good day. I walked in to a clinic room and I asked “so what do you do for a living?” and the answer was well I am a teacher. I usually pause. I have an immense rush into my heart as I remember when I was a child…
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Confidential.
It is a very interesting place to be in the room with one of my patients. The medium of trust allows them to share their intimate secrets with me. It is tranquil and exceptionally vast. Where am I tonight you might wonder as you read this? I guess I’m with myself; in a place where…
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What have they got that I ain’t got?
Courage. You can say that again. It has been playing like the movie in my mind, with the cowardly lion staring at Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. Courage. I have had an eventful weekend amongst my heroes, my heart is heavy. My tongue is tied. I’ll try to share why. I saw so many.…
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