Anew

the morning started wrong, started horribly, and for the entire day today, a part of my heart was closed, retreated and i felt lost. lots of questions went through my mind, and they were all half answered.

but just at the end of my day, my patient squeezed my hand. he squeezed because he was afraid, and because he was going to pluck up his courage to start the chemo tomorrow.

and just like that, there is new meaning to what i do.