Static

I can't imagine how it must be to be told I have cancer. I just can't even begin to imagine it. I suspect I would hear white noise immediately after the word. The world might freeze. And yet my patients can still function. They still shower, get dressed, put on their make up, and the choice few do their yoga on the bed. They amaze me. And I am honored to care for them. And relieved that I can walk away from it at 7. It is good to be me. My patients reflect that, and for that I am grateful.