A patient asked, “How are you doing, really?” It meant the world to me.

It was two years ago.  It was a rough morning and I felt defeated.  I stood by the next patient’s doorway.  I couldn’t see myself, but I knew my own appearance: head down, a look of resignation, shoulders slumped.  I knocked on the patient’s door and entered.  “Good morning!” I said to the patient.  I […]

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