No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.
When she complains that her mind is in tumult, I counsel patience and offer to decode the medical reports, emphasising that I don't want to second-guess the treating team.
Stunned by the fragility of life, I can imagine neither her awful experience nor an adequate response... grief is the constant companion of so many of my patients.
Grief feels like an emotional burden compounded by experiences of abandonment, where even those with support feel alone in their deep sorrow.
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