Call has been quiet so far. Just a couple babies and a patient with a new diagnosis of a tumor in her neck.
Easter yesterday was also my dad's yahrzeit (I know, I'm not Jewish, but I love that they have a word for this). It's been 23 years now. After all this time, I can't really say that I miss him anymore. I don't really even feel sad. More of just an "oh, yeah." It's hard to describe. And in just a few years, I'll be older than he was. OMG, now *that* gives me pause.
A patient of mine has spent his entire life designing gardens for other people. Now he has cancer and is dying. And he is finally designing a garden for himself.
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"A patient of mine has spent his entire life designing gardens for other people. Now he has cancer and is dying. And he is finally designing a garden for himself."
That is one of the saddest and most moving things I have ever read on your blog.
Second that.
You don't need to write new poems for the moment. I'm still reading What's Written.
C Dale: I'm moved by it, too.
AD: Nice pun. Still, I'd like to get a new poem, sometime. Perhaps this patients garden story, I don't know.
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