Photo by Regina Calvo
Reflections on the End of a Career
They say they’re sad about me leaving: Who will take care of them? What they don’t know is that the loss is mine as well. My patients—some hated me, some loved me, and some passed by me. And yet they are all part of me, part of my time, part of my heart. And I am sad, sad, sad to no longer have the opportunity to serve, to be loved, to be hated.