Letting go
I can’t believe its been over 6 months since my mom’s passing. Sometimes it just feels like she’s on another one of her extended hospital stays, the one where she’s really sick and I have no way of reaching her. There are some mornings when I wake up in a state of panic, worry like I forgot something or something is missing. Then I remember I’m living in a world without my mom. I call out to God and that anxiety fades away as I go about my busy day. I’ll be fine until I see one of my patients that remind me of her or when someone talks about their mom. Actually, I feel like I’ve been slowly saying good bye ever since she was first diagnosed with lymphoma. I was in my 2nd or was it 3rd year of residency? Questioning my attending if the finding of ‘lymphadenopathy on an Abdominal CT scan was a good or bad thing’. Its a bad thing. With treatment, my mom would survive that Hodgkins lymphoma only to be left living with the side effects of the chem...