Dealing with my patients’ losses. And the losses in my own life.
My patient sat in front of me, silent. She was a beautiful, elderly woman, always well dressed in bright, matching outfits, and not a single hair out of place. Her lipstick was perfectly applied. She normally had a quick wit, joking about how she might drop a few knickknacks from my office into her handbag on her way out.
Not today. Today her tears flowed. Today was the day she grieved …
