March 3, 2012

• Reflection

  W. died. Two years younger than myself, he was sometimes a patient of mine. When I was working Home Health in the early nineties, he  required IV antibiotics after surgery. I spent a lot of time in his home, getting to know him and his wife. I liked them both. What was not to like? Relatively young, robust except for the digestive problem that was going to eventually sap his strength. He was also an alcoholic.  His pain fed his addiction fed his pain fed his disease. By the time he died, he was thin, on oxygen from the lung cancer caused by his smoking.  By the time he died, I had known him as part of the practice for which I did triage. He was personable. I always enjoyed seeing him or talking with him. I mourned his deterioration. Today I am sad that he is gone from this world. He is one of many for whom I wish life was better. 

  Blessings abound

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