Everyday that I work have the privilege of seeing pieces of the lives of others. Many of these people live uncertain lives in what I feel is a very uncertain world. Very often I wonder what drives them to go on, what makes them successful, what makes them resilient.
These people have names, faces, and feelings. Are they American born or immigrants. If immigrints are they legal or illegal? Are they litterate or illiterate? Did they graduate fom college or did they stop school in 5th grade? The truth is, I really don't care what the answers are to these questions. They are all human beings in need of some sort of "health care" that I have been destined to provide. Social statistics are irrelevant.
In this blog I don't feel the need to talk about my cancer. I have been given many gifts - intelligence, compassion, tolerance, and patience. These gifts are what has allowed me to do the work that I do and as a result of my vocation to stand in awe of those that suffer, survive and even come out on top. I stand to learn a lot from those that elevate me to a status that I do not feel worthy. Isn't it ironic?
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