Today was tough - the kind of tough that makes you want to call your mom, dad, sister right after work and tell them that you love them.
We told a lady today that she had stage 4 lung cancer and that there's no cure. She has a teenage daughter who recently started sleeping with her parents because she wants to make sure that their hearts are still beating at night. The minute we reached the stage 4 part, she developed that deer in the headlights look. Pure shellshock. I watched as her husband's eyes glazed over, as he reached over to squeeze his wife's hands, as his wife struggled to maintain composure. "4 weeks ago, I was lifting weights," she cried. And now this. Sometimes, medicine sucks.
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