I know the exact day that broke me.

...I never expected that 7 months into my marriage, I’d be asking, each time I was exposed to a deadly disease at work, whether I should come home.

Yes, the patient was a beloved dog, and not a human. And yet… is it so different when suddenly a person we love has a sudden change in their health, and we are faced with making split second decisions about whether to pursue every possible treatment?

Several years ago, a patient asked me if I wanted to know how she first learned she was dying.

“My doctors used to check my heart and lungs every visit. They stopped checking. That's how I knew.”

You’re only a few years older than me, and today I’m finding it hard to be your doctor.