I’m deep in my feels and no amount of mind altering substance are helping. I replaying a conversation I had with a dying woman. I told her she was dying. I told her to call her family. I told her I was worried that I may not be able to get control of her cancer. I told her I was worried about her ability to make it out of this hospitalization alive. I broke her heart. I broke her husband’s heart. I’ve always priding myself in not side stepping the hard parts of oncology. But man, this one hits hard. It can’t feel this bad to do the right thing.













