Question:

"What is it like putting down the syringe,

and sitting at your patient's bedside, concluding that there is nothing

else to do? How do you feel when you have to quit, although you want to

continue on?"

Answer:

Defeated.

After all is said and done and there is no more that I can do, defeat hits me and I have to accept what is.

I always think, "What if". I suppose a lot of that is quite humanistic, is it not? I…

As I walked along a dusty path

I saw a fleck of blue

And tucked beneath a Douglas Fir

These flowers grew for you



I only picked a handful

I left more than I took

A perfect little blue bouquet

To decorate a nook



I rushed right home to tie a bow

Of perfect green and blue

To fall into your loving arms

And hand them straight to you

Eternally Yours, Carlisle Cullen, MD 2012/5.12…