There was a time I believed that the longer I was practicing medicine the easier the dying would get. Practice or callous formation, call it what you will. I just thought it would be easier.
That is not the case, though.
These long standing relationships, the people I see for years and years, are the hardest to part with even when you are expecting it. It still hurts. And with each passing it brings me closer and closer to my own end.
This is the dying season, it seems, those couple of months after the holidays when everyone who was holding on is now ready to let go.
Everyone but me.
Not yet, anyway…