For an assignment, I asked some of my terminal paediatric palliative care patients what they had enjoyed in life, and what gave it meaning. Kids can be so wise, y'know. Here are some of the responses (Thread).
My dad is 59, pursuing a modeling career, and I’ve never seen him happier. He told me he’s just waiting for a chance to blow up. So, Twitter, meet my dad.
*Gets asked "how ya doin" at work*
My Brain:
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Me:
"Living the dream"
Kindness in medicine can sometimes feel like a rebellion against a system driven by outcomes and efficiency.
But kindness has outcomes too.
I am so grateful for that.
6/6.