Spring/Summer 2013

closeup of military helmet laying on the ground

My Son, My Son

  This week, two of my patients, each submerged in grief, told me of their recent loss of a son in the war. Each mother struggled to hold back her sobs. I listened.  “Allow yourself to cry,” I said to e...
closeup of light in corridor

Confessions in 451

Confessions In 451            The overhead light of the corridor glanced off Vera’s white uniformed hips as the nightshift nurse backed out of one of the rooms in the Intensive Care Unit.  Silvia, the morning ...