I had just finished presenting my body of research for the prior six years in hopes of convincing the committee I was worthy of promotion from Assistant to Associate Professor of Medicine when the chairperson said, “It is clear palliative care is your passion, so you should stop wasting your time with the dental research." I. Should. Stop. Wasting. My. Time.
A Facebook friend posted a poem comparing election day 11/9 to 9/11. It reminded me of a poem I wrote back during my internal medicine residency, the 3 years of intense on-the-job training after medical school one has to complete in order to become a board certified internist.
I get into Halloween. Spend the weekend making a costume into it. My teenaged son begging me not to take the usual BART commuter train to work so as not to embarrass him into it. I
I meant it when I told Mr. Garcia that I would support him in his decision to forego dialysis. But I fully expected him to change his mind, just like every other patient under 85 years old with advanced kidney failure I had ever encountered.